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| Name: | CC |
| Comments: | John Green, you probably are already thinking of the kind of scene you want, but you might also be thinking of what you want your mom to wear in such a scene as she stars in her first movie. Different people like different things - dress, skirt, blue jeans; hose, socks, barefoot. Mom will want some guidance here, I suspect. |
| Name: | None |
| Comments: | John Green,
You may also want to use the ploy of needing different takes or shooting the scene from different angles to prolong the amount of time you have her tied up. Of course don't mention this until after she is tied and gagged (you could also add more rope or say, "Let's try it with a diiferent type of gag). After shooting you could also say, "Let's see how long it would take you to escape if you were really tied up, like it is a game. This may be your only chance so make it count and make it last. |
| Name: | john green |
| Comments: | thanks B.G.
I will let yOu know what happened |
| Name: | David |
| Comments: | So now we were ready...we approached the room and rushed in whooping and hollering only to find the room empty and realised that my Gran had been watching out for us and had left the room it was now down to us to find her.(she told us later that she had heard us planning and was on her guard). We started searching the house room by room finally we had only one room left the main bedroom we quietly entered and found her cowering in the shower room.
She held up her hands in surrender we pointed our tomahawks and toy guns at her and she realised that further resistance was futile.Whilst she looked slightly worried I could also sense the slight smile that crossed her face as she anticipated her fate. |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Hey, John Green. Regarding the type of gag to use on your mom for the first time, (in the phony project video) I would suggest a cleave gag. It's classic and simple. Also, your mom will be a little hesitant, if, in fact, it is the first time she will be gagged, so, a bandana or some sort of soft cloth won't be too menacing. As for some storyline ideas, you should keep it simple, since your only real goal is to film her bound and gagged. She could pose as a kidnapped bank teller or a teacher taken hostage. I also don't know if she is willing to let you guys pick out her attire, but the outfit should be fitting to the plot. The main thing, in my opinion, is to make sure that she has fun. That way, she will be more than willing to let you guys tie her up, again. I can't wait to hear the outcome! Good luck! |
| Name: | To "Repost" |
| Comments: | LOVED your description of Sheila "pumping" her legs and
"rolling around and bucking"! (I almost "lost it", too!) Please write about how you "captured" Sheila alone! |
| Name: | To "Repost" |
| Comments: | LOVED your description of Sheila "pumping" her legs and
"rolling around and bucking"! (I almost "lost it", too!) Please write about how you "captured" Sheila alone! |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | It's good, David. Please continue. |
| Name: | Repost |
| Comments: | Sorry, I was unable to find the "Curious Son" story (it was hot), but I did find another one of my favorites. I hope no one minds if I repost "Mom and Aunt Shelia"
My mom has allowed me to play tie up games with her for a few years now; they started when I was around 11, I’m 14 now. It started as role play like cops and robbers, but now I just ask if she wants to play escape or tie up. I ran across some websites that gave me plenty of ideas to make the ties more secure so my skills quickly improved. My mom is attractive enough average height and build with sandy brown/blonde hair. I never thought anything too sexual about our games, but it was hot to see a grown woman tied and gagged. Her youngest sister Shelia, my aunt is another story, she is gorgeous; tall and slender, long bleached blonde hair, well-toned body from working out a lot, and built. I had a major crush on her. When she came to visit us last spring I realized I really wanted to see her tied up and figured she might if she knew my mom allowed me to tie her. I formulated a plan… One afternoon after working out my aunt said she was going to go jogging, and I thought this would be a good time to put my plan into action. Besides, Shelia was wearing her workout clothes of a tight, low cut tank top and those tight, short silky kind of short-shorts. While she was out on her run I asked my mom if she was up for a quick game of escape. She said okay and I got my supplies and had her sit on the couch. I started out by tying my mom’s hands behind her back, then above the knees, and then her ankles. I did make sure she was tied a little tighter than usual, as I didn’t want her getting out before Shelia came home. Before I gagged her I asked if she thought Aunt Shelia might be willing to play when she returns. My mom said, “She might, you can ask her when she comes back.” I pulled a knotted scarf between her lips and teeth and double knotted it behind her head; effective, but still words were muffled and unclear. I then blindfolded my mom (so I can watch intently as she struggles without feeling self-conscious). After about 20 minutes I heard Shelia unlocking the front door. I grabbed a toy gun and waited alongside the door waiting for her to enter. As she stepped in I pointed the gun at her ribs and said, “Okay lady! Hands up, this is a robbery!” She smiled at first and put her hands up knowing it was just a game until she saw my mom in her state on the couch. She asked my mom what was going on, and my mumbled, “Iiffs jss a gmmme” (translation: it’s just a game). To my delight, Shelia caught on and played along. I walked Shelia to the couch at “gun point” and instructed her to sit down and put her hands behind her back. All-the-while my mom was still struggling up a storm. I tied Shelia’s hands behind her back and left enough rope to wrap around her waist a couple times before cinching it off. I then gagged her with a knotted bandanna and pulled it tight before knotting it off behind her head. It was much tighter than my mom’s gag and Shelia Mmmpphed as I tied it. I told Shelia I had to take to another room so my captive could not try to unite each other. I grabbed my bag and walked her at gunpoint to the guest room where she was staying during her visit. I looked at the back of her shirt as we walked and I could tell she was not wearing a bra, I was luckier than I thought! I instructed her to sit on the bed and behave or else. I grabbed some more rope and tied her ankles and above and then below her knees making sure was secure. She got into her role pleading through her gag to let her go, don’t hurt her, and saying she will cooperate. She looked great with her chest out and I wanted to go in for a closer inspection, so I took another bandanna and used it to blindfold her. As I was behind her I peered over her shoulder to look down her top. I took all my self-discipline not to do more. I then grabbed a longer rope and looped it around her elbows pulling them as close together as possible (being in good shape, they nearly touched). Of course, this make her chest even more prominent and she let out a curious Mmmmmpph and even though blindfolded she looked down at her chest (I can only imagine she was wondering just how on display this made her, which was very much so). Not only did her tank top already show a LOT of cleavage, I could now see the very distinct outline of her nipples through the thin fabric. I was mesmerized and could not pull my eyes away. I thought this may be my only chance so I said, “Okay, just one more rope and you can try to escape. I got my longest rope and wrapped around her torso and arms above and below her boobs, occasionally brushing against them but trying not to be too obvious. I could pretty much see every detail now. I was in heaven. I thought it could get any better than this until I said, “Okay, let’s see what kind of an escape artist you are. She really put on a great show; pumping her legs as best she could, twisting from side to side, rocking, kicking, and pleading MMMMMPPHS through her gag for release. She made great use of her space and eventually lay back on her bed rolling around and bucking. As she rolled onto to her side I noticed her short-shorts were riding up revealing more of her perfect butt; I could see the outline of her thong through her tight shorts (front and back). I was so caught up in admiring her body as she struggled and squirmed I almost forgot my mom was still bound and gagged in the next room. I hated to leave the site of my dreams but did not want to get busted. I told Shelia I had to go check on my other captive. I told my mom her friend was most uncooperative so things took longer than expected. I untied my mom’s legs and then breaking character asked if she could a few more minutes, she nodded in agreement and walked her to the guest room to join her sister. When Shelia heard us return she resumed her struggling damsel in distress role. Back in character I explained I got everything I came for (which was really just seeing Aunt Shelia bound and gagged, and it was better than I hoped) and told them once I left they could try to untie each other. I retied my mom’s ankles and knees after gently bringing her to the floor. I pretended to leave but sat in the room watching the two (especially Shelia) try to escape, I hardly even noticed my mom. It was great hearing them gag-talk to each other and try to arrange their escape. I watched as Shelia carefully moved from the bed to the floor by rolling onto her stomach and backing off the bed. Her shorts were almost in a complete wedgie showing a lot of her ass and when her knees were on the floor and body still on the bed with her butt in the air I almost lost it! She finally MMMMMPPHED onto the floor and the two inched toward each other. After about another 20 minutes of watching the two (well, Shelia) I pretended to return and “discover” the ladies. I untied Shelia first and then my mom. As I was untying my mom Shelia popped into the bathroom and put on a sweat suit (I think she realized just how disheveled she was). My mom told Shelia she was sorry she got caught up in my game. Shelia said she didn’t really mind, but mentioned she was tied better than she thought she would be. I thanked both ladies profusely for playing along, and I quietly vowed to myself to get Shelia tied up and gagged again (hopefully solo) before her visit was over. I did get her tied up solo, and her and my mom tied up again before she left. |
| Name: | JD |
| Comments: | Hey, does anyone have a copy of the story that Curious Son wrote a while back? If so, could someone repost it? Thanks. |
| Name: | David |
| Comments: | So my Mother arranged for my Grandmother to look after me one afternoon. She arrived in good time as always she was smartly dressed including some great high heels (and as we found later stockings) although she changed into house slippers that she had bought with her. She settled down in an armchair to read and I was pretty much left on my own. My mother had mentioned in passing to my Gran that some of my friends might call by and she was happy with this arrangement.
After an hour or so the doorbel rang and it was a couple of my friends arriving followed a little while later by another couple so there were now five of us. Having said hello to my Gran we started to play in the garden leaving my Gran to carry on reading. We now started our preparations collecting our stash of ropes and putting on our Indian costumes. We also made sure that a support pole in the garage was clear as this was to be our stake. We were now ready to capture our victim............to continue |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | John, thanks for sharing. That was awesome to read! I can't wait to read more. Regarding John Green, it sounds like you have a great opportunity. I'll think of some scenarios for you. Since Feburary 15 is the date, you have some time to plan. |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | John, thanks for sharing. That was awesome to read! I can't wait to read more. Regarding John Green, it sounds like you have a great opportunity. I'll think of some scenarios for you. Since Feburary 15 is the date, you have some time to plan. |
| Name: | RE John |
| E-mail address: | no@no.com |
| Comments: | John,
I was gonna say, since your mom seems to be a bit of a bondage queeen, I was wondering when you were going to take advantage of the opportunity. For that fact, your aunt too! |
| Name: | John |
| Comments: | Here some more.
With all the videos there, I watched my mom's in chronological order, but all the others at random. Todd had put all of my mom's video's into one folder and all the others were separate. Another surprise was to see my six grade teacher, Mrs. Laventier, tied in one video. She's a stunning short haired brunette with glasses. I was happy to see her get the works from Todd for two reasons. One because she always had this attitude that she was above teaching, although she liked us kids she taught, and that she was too good for the school. The other reason was because she use to walk around in her stocking feet while she teaches. I remember having a huge crush on her because she always dressed so elegantly. The video starts with Todd at her house's, she's opening the door and is surprised that the camera has already started. She gives a little bow to the camera which show's she's dress in denim shorts, tank top, and has her hair up in a ponytail. She quickly walks away and heads to a stair case still talking, "We have the house to ourselves so we can get a few of the scenes out of the way. I'm just going to try on some costumes." Todd keeps filming, as she go into her room and comes out with different outfits. First one she's wearing a dress suit, next she comes out wearing another dress suit but different colour of blue. Todd then tells her that she's a rich wife of a politician in this film. We can hear her talking from behind her door explaining that she's so excited to be a part of a film, even if it is a submission to a teens video competition. She then opens the door and is wearing a skirt that tightly fits her legs with a slim fitting white tight button shirt. The camera looks her up and down, she is wearing nude color pantyhose and Todd quickly tells her that's perfect. She smiles and bows. He tells her that the story line is about the world youngest politician, who's following in his father's footsteps, who's beautiful mom gets kidnapped by a killer telling him that he has to quit running. She says that sounds fun and Todd gives her lines to speak. Mainly the concept is she's talking on the phone about the latest speech/debates, when she hangs up, she sees a masked man and is suppose to scream. She laughs and giggles. "I can do that." Todd puts the camera down and starts looking around for a telephone. She then starts to talk about how she's always wanted to be an actress in a movie. And that she's has been thinking about this for the past couple of weeks ever since their class registered for the competition. While she is talking, another kid comes in to the house. She yells out to come up stairs because that's where they will be filming. The other kid comes into the room and he's holding a plastic mask and asks if he was late. There is a bunch of talking about the movie, then it comes to the scene that are filming. Mrs. Laventier is fake talking on the phone and then the gun comes into the screen pointing at her head. She stops talking and the phone is taken out of her hands by a gloved hand. She stays very still and keeps her eye on the gun. Todds voice comes behind the phone saying the scene is perfect. She then breaks character and smiles wide showing her perfectly white teeth. Then the camera is put down again and is facing a desk chair. Mrs. Laventier sits into the chair and the other kid still wearing a mask, starts to tie her up. She automatically puts her hands behind her back around the back of the chair. The kid starts to tie her hands behind her back. She crosses her gorgeous hose legs and in doing so, it appears that her skirt's slit has revealed more leg. She gets rope wrapped around her chest pulling her to the back of the chair. Then Todd gets this long silky white scarf, uncrosses her legs and ties her ankles together. He then asks her if she has something to use as a gag. She tells him that more scarves are in her dresser. He leaves screen, the other kid is staring at Mrs. Laventier completely mesmerized. Todd comes back with a pair of black tights. He flattens out the tights and has them wrapped over her mouth. she gives a confused looks as soon as she feels the tights on her mouth. Todd then goes back to pick up the camera again and starts to film the beautiful Mrs.Laventier. I am so jealous to be watching this. I would love to be there in that same room with her. Todd tells the kid that he wants a shot of him with the mask on, pacing back and forth talking on the phone saying that he has the target and she's not escaping. While Mrs. Taventier will be struggling and mmmfffing. She nods and says, "No problem Mr. Director." which shows that the gag isn't not tight. They film the scene and Todd makes sure to capture her whole body struggling. They film the scene probably about three times and then the kid see his watch and says he has to go. They give their farewells and soon Mrs. Laventier is left tied alone with Todd. He keeps the camera rolling as he pulls down her gag and kneels down by her feet and starts to untie her. Then she says, "You guys really tied me up good. I hope it looks real." Todd then stops and stands up saying that this wasn't really a tie up. If she wanted, Todd could show her what a "real tied" is like. She laughs at him and that's enough for Todd. He reties her ankles. She smiles shocked that she's getting tied up again. Once her ankles are again tied, rooms off and comes back with some of her pantyhose. "What the…" she right away looses her cool. "What are you doing with my pantyhose?" He stuffs her mouth as she trying to stop him, and pulls the tights over her mouth. She is pissed and starts to kick wildly. Todd the rechecks her rope ties and ties her knees together with what looks like black pantyhose. He then tells her that if she as tied up by a burglar it would be more like this. She mmmfffs into her gag loudly shaking her head to try and get ungagged. The Todd does something I would never have the balls to do, he puts a pair of light brown hose over her head and uses the legs of the hose to blind fold her. She is obviously pissed. Todd then leaves the screen and comes back holding a lot of pairs of pantyhose and sniffing a pair of panties. He stuffs them down his pants and goes to the camera and picks it up. He goes over to her with the camera and films her getting angry, he then goes down to her knees and films her crotch showing her underwear under her skirt with the pantyhose crotch panel. Todd then puts his hands on her legs and she kicks the camera and the picture goes out. I can still hear, Todd then starts to untie her and you can hear her spit out the gag and loudly lecture him about how not to treat a lady. He says sorry and said he wanted to show her how it could have been worse. This goes on for a little bit and then you can hear Todd saying that the camera is broken. Then the film ends. Another one with mom acting in this same concept, pretending to be on the phone talking until a gun comes in pointing at her face, she stops talking and the phone is removed from her hand. Then she is shown tied to a chair with an over the mouth white gag. She's tied with rope, around her arms pinning them to her sides. Her ankles are tied with rope and have her typical reinforced toes tan pantyhose. She twists and turns in the chair, then is able to get to her feet and starts to hop around. Todd is obviously behind the camera as it focuses on her feet as she hops around. She hops over to her bed and falls onto it. She then roles around being that her arms are still tied to her sides which slips up her skirt and shows her red panties under her control top hose. She looks at the camera with blinking eyes. The camera goes up and down her body. She pretends to by mmmfffing for help. Then Todd with the camera gets on the bed with her. She is smiling under the gag until a noise goes on outside. I hear my voice, "Hey mom, I'm heading to my game. See you when I get back." Todd pulls down her gag and she spits out a stocking, "Ok, have fun d…." and Todd regags her. She gives him an angry look. Then he puts the camera on the bed and it is very visible that Todd is rubbing my mom's mid section. I can see her tied legs stretching and her hips humping his hand. She is moaning loudly. Her legs get loose and she then kicks both legs up then gets them on the bed to push her mid section harder. Todd hops off of the bed and the camera bounces off. I can hear mom moaning more and quicker, then it sounds like she climaxes right before getting quiet. The camera is picked up and Todd shows mom, who has been tied up further. Pantyhose tie her ankles together, crossed and with her knees apart. Her skirt has been completed removed, the rope that tied her hands to her side have unravelled and her hands are tied together in front, wrists tied to her elbows. Her mouth is stuffed with many pairs of hose hanging underneath the white gag. She is still heavily breathing. Todd then flips her over showing her hose covered ass. He puts the camera down again and he pulls off his pants. He mounts mom and camera ends with her beginning to struggle again. I have a few more to share, each one really over the top with mom. I'll also talk about when I approached mom and told her I saw all the videos as well. |
| Name: | John Green |
| E-mail address: | johngreen8289@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | What an awesome site!!.I found this site a while back and after reading all the stories here i do want to see my mom tied up and gagged.
I have told my mom of some phony school project where we had to take short movie and that I wanted her to act in it. mom has given me feb 15 as the shooting date as she would be free then. Now I want to have mom tied up and gagged in some point of the film and i have no idea on what sort of a film to take.So can any of you here give me some ideas for the story line and what sort of a gag would be best for mom to accept. I do have a couple of friends to help me in taking it so it can be a 3 character movie.If you do have any suggestion please give an email :) |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Terrific, John! I can't wait for more. |
| Name: | Bound-Black-Girl Lover |
| Comments: | Liked the "Mitzi" part in the previous story! |
| Name: | John |
| Comments: | Just when I think I have finished watching all the video files I downloaded from Todd's computer, I find another file with more video. Three of them were titled Mitzy 1, 2, and 3. She's kind of like an Aunt. He lives with my uncle Stu and although they are not married we don't think either of them will separate, no matter how much we pray they would. Stu met her when she was just 15 and he was 28. She was a mess and was supposedly following the wrong crowds. As she tells it, he supposedly saved her, but she never mentions how he did that. What my parents say is that he is very verbally abusive to her and makes her think that she has no potential in life without him. When Stu is not around Mitzy is really cool and fun to be around. When he is around she kind of quiet and reserved. Even as a kid I could sense the two shouldn't be together, but both are too afraid of life away and financially probably couldn't afford being on their own. The first video even starts off saying that Stu is not around to save her. She's really cute brunette with beautiful big brown eyes. She's wearing a denim skirt with black tights, black t-shirt that fits her snuggly. Seeing her as young as she is really makes her look pretty. Todd, like the other videos is tying her up with rope to a chair. He tied her very tight and tells her that she doesn't have the strength to escape. She keep trash mouth talking him saying that once the timer starts she's get loose no problem. He then ties a thick knotted scarf knot fits in her trashing mouth. Her eyes open wide surprised by the gag. He then points at something off camera which I would assume is a clock, and says you have 10 minutes to get loose. She then starts to twist and turn like no other tied up victim I have ever seen. Her ankles are crossed and tied to one of the legs of the chair, this makes her legs look a little chunky and plump but the still very attractive. She's aware that the camera is on her and growls a couple of times at the camera with frustration. She doesn't escape or even budge the ropes and at the end of the 10 minutes she is drenched in sweat. Todd unties her and she ends up laughing it off and once her hands are untied she tackles him and starts to tickle him. He pretends to want to escape her grasp but uses the opportunity to put his hands on her thighs. That video ends with her letting him go, straightening out her skirt and walking away.
The second one with her has her already tied to what might be her bed (Ihave never been to their place because my parents don't like Stu and they are related to Aunt Jenny's side) and she appears much older than the last video. Her hair is not short yet with long bangs that are off to the side of her face. She is much heftier in this video than the last. I remember Stu even telling her at one of the family functions that it is hard to take care of her when she cannot even take care of herself. Todd in this video kept saying how they have kidnapped the prettiest woman and I could see that she was enjoying the positve attention. This time she is dressed in an ethnic summer dress, black with flowers all over it. she is bare footed and legs but she's tied up with a variety of coloured tights, leggings, and scarves. She is gagged with grey tights, hands tied together at the top of the bed and her legs tied together with black pairs, knees tied with brown pair there are other pairs of tights all over the bed. She's giggling and swearing at him through the gag. He jumps on the bed beside her wich springs her into the air but as far as the ties to the bed will allow. He then starts to tickle her sides and she twists and turns but can't escape. This goes one for only about 2 minutes, then the video has been edited and she's all of a suddent untied with tights hanging off her wrists and a pair around her neck that was the gag which is soaked in one spot from her mouth. She is telling Todd that the tights are just as hard to escape as hand cuffs. Todd then asks her if she was arrested and she said no, but stole handcuffs from a police officer. She brags about how she was a bad ass when she was younger. She then tells him that Stu handcuffed her and gagged her to a chair one night when she was about to go out with one of her coworkers she liked. She then says that it was lucky that he did this otherwise she might have had some uncomfortable days at work if things went further with her and the coworker. This video I liked and yet hate because it shows that she is upset that she never had that chance with this guy because Stu's an asshole and how abuse and controlling he really is, but it also shows Todd listening and you can see by the expression on his face that he is already skeming his next tie up with her. This next and last video is one of the roughest ones in the pack. The last video of Mitzy must have been filmed recently within the past year. Mitzy is lean and muscular. She's lost a lot of weight in the past two years and has now become manly looking. She still has the beautiful brown eyes, but her cheek bones are chiselled and she's got defined biceps that she is always showing off with sleeveless tops. In this video she is dressed like Tomb Raider, skimpy hiking gear outfit with very short and tight shorts. Out of place in the costume, which showed me that this wasn't done on Halloween like I had saw her dressed up on, was a pair of black pantyhose. Her shorts and top were light brown color. Her hair is in a pony tail and she is gagged with duct tape. Her hands cuffed to the top of the bed, her legs spread wide open ankles tied to the corners of the bed posts. The pantyhose she is wearing are also showing her control tops because the shorts are that short. If I were to read this it might sound nice to look at for the damsel lovers, however, because of all of her muscle tone and body build this doesn't look very pretty. She's pissed off and I quickly see why. Todd comes into the video after panning over her tied body and then placing the camera at the foot of the bed showing her crotch dead center, holding a white oval egg shape ball attached to a cord with a little remote at the end of the box. He tells her that he knows why she was hiding in her pantyhose drawer and unzips her shorts. She screams viciously under her gag. It is hard to watch. He slips the little egg portion down the front of her shorts I'm guessing under her hose and she then looks like she's going to cry. Once his hand is out he then presses a button on the little remote and she begins to quiver and shake. There is a buzzing sound and it becomes quite apparent to me then what he just inserted, a vibrator. She is definitely confused at this moment. First off this teenage boy, her supposed boyfriend's nephew, has tied her up and is sexually arousing her with her own toys. The video disturbed me at first but then Mitzy starts to slow down and take it in. She shakes her head from side to side and looses most of her pony tail in the process and then moans very sexually, a complete 180 in tones. Todd feels her inner thighs and then even sticks his head into her mid section and starts to lick her hose covered legs. When he does this she climaxes, her tape gag at that point cannot hold her lips together and she starts screaming, "Johnny, yes, Johnny Yes." it is not said who Johnny is but I just make the assumption it might be that coworker she missed the opportunity with. I know that Johnny is not me, because she never calls me Johnny, she calls me twerp. she then immediately goes limp and Todd removes the device. He slowly unties her ankles and as we see her begin to cry and get these full body twitches. Once her hands are free she removes the tape and throws it. Todd asks if she's going to be ok and says he was only playing. She grabs him and hugs him very tight. She tells him that he should never do that to a woman ever again against her will. She asks for time a lone and Todd leaves. He leave but keeps the camera in the same place. She obviously cannot know the camera is on, because she pulls out a lap top computer, the screen is not facing the camera, gags herself with a pair of tights that were tying her ankles, then inserts the egg instrument under her shorts and I watch her spread her legs, feel her mid section with one hand, the other hand on a breast and she brings herself to climax again. she then closes the lap top, removes her gag, says Johnny's name again and starts to cry again. the crying doesn't last long and she then wipes her eyes with the tights. Straightens the bed and opens the door for Todd. He enters looking upset himself red faced and head to the ground. She sits him down on to her back, their backs facing the camera and the video stops. The last one I will mention is with my mom again. The video leads up to some very shocking videos of my mom's behaviour. She is bound and gagged to a chair, like Todd seems to like her. her feet again are dressed in pantyhose, tan with reinforced toes. Her ankles tied together with pantyhose, the rest of her tied with rope. She has an over the mouth gag and her hair is short and dyed reddish brown. Todd walks around her while she is playing up a damsel role. He then pulls her gag down and asks her why she wanted to be tied up again. "I don’t know. I think it is kind of exciting. I like the constricting feeling." she keeps keeps pausing as though she's weighing out her reasons. "I like being helpless to someone's control." Todd then kneels beside her and starts to smell her legs. "I like the danger of it all." I like the craziness of it all." Todd puts his hands on her inner thighs and starts to feel up her legs pulling her skirt up with his hand. she bites her bottom lip and moans. "You fantasy about me tied up with pantyhose don't you?" his hands starts to go to her feet and massage them. He doesn't respond. "I fantasy about some man kidnapping me and tying me up." she starts to confess. "I fantasize about some one fantasizing about me bound and gagged with my pantyhose." Todd then starts to suck on her toes and she begins to look aroused. "Gag me." she says and he stops sucking her toes, leaving a wet spot on her reinforced toes, stands up and pulls the gag back over her mouth. It's weird for me but I can see her nipples through her shirt. Todd unties her bounds from the chair, goes in front of her, lifts her to a standing position, and lifts her up and puts her on her bed. I can only see the tip her the bed with her tied ankles hanging over the edge. She flexes her toes and I can hear her mmmmuble things to Todd as the bed rocks and I see her moaning is in time with the bed bouncing. The her moaning gets loud and more muffled until she lets out a major moan. And all of a sudden, every stops. The video has left me confused because first off, I'm very turned on by what is happening to my mom. And then I'm also disturbed because it is my mom. It brings me back to that night when I found her tied up with pantyhoses and she was helpless to of need of rescuing. I still have more videos to discuss. |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | David, I really look forward to hearing about the capture of your grandmother! Lisa, that was intense and very interesting! Please continue. |
| Name: | lisa |
| E-mail address: | gaggedlisa@aol.com |
| Comments: | part 1 of many to come...
it happened this past Friday,i told my son if he wanted to have his friend stay over the weekend and we could go out to eat Friday and do anything they wanted to do all weekend with a wink. i dressed up in a tight short beige dress, with cleavage and matching color 6 inch ankle strap sandles. and darker tan pantyhose. they were going nuts when they saw me i spent a lot of time getting ready, down to the smell. they gave me a small scan disk memory card to hide and i told them come back in a 1/2 hr. after dinner we will be playing the roleplay of me being a secretary grabbed for important company info. no rules except nasty stuff, anything else goes, no safe word, just be alive at the end i said, they couldn't believe it i think they were shaking in excitement. we went out to eat and i introduced them as my business partners.they couldn't stop checking me out, i would get up and go to the restroom and walk sexy. i said the plan is that when we get back i go inside alone for a few and they have to come get me, if i hear them or get away to a phone, scream till some hears, i win and game is over. if i give up the card it might be over depending. we get back and i go inside alone and walk around a bit and then sit for a few and walk around again but they never came in, damn they are waiting this out. I watched TV a few and about an 1 1/2 hr after we got back i was coming out of the bathroom back to the living room when one of the grabbed me from behind by mouth and arms tight but also closing my nose also which i couldn't breath or make a single noise but a grunt, hands behind your back and ankles together and you can breath it was my son saying behind me, i started to struggle but then with both of them holding me and my lungs hurting i did it and started gasping for air thru my nose while the other guy tied my hands and ankles. then he went into the bathroom an i heard the water run for a few seconds, he came to me with a huge washcloth inside an ankle high stocking soaked with water, this will keep the bitch really quiet for us he says and i tried to yell and gave him the dirtiest look then my nose was closed off again and they watched as i panicked for air and could make a sound, tears almost coming to my eyes and he says open your mouth or pass out, so i did trying to breath and he shoved this things into my mouth and into the back of my throat, my son pulled my hair up and the other one cleave gagged me so tight i was choking on the water coming from this packing, noise and breathing out mouth was impossible, little out my nose but my throat was stuffed also and i was choking on the water. the guy carried me in his arms to the couch. i was already exhausted and scared out of my mind now how rough and severe this was already. they each sat beside me and my son said do you know why we are here i shook my head no, they said the wanted the into on the card and to write down where it is, so trying with my tied hands i wrote down f-you. they were mad as hell, the guy said, this lady doesn't know what will happen to her if we don't get it now do you, i was thinking oh my god what are they going to do, i know my some had sadistic thoughts and the other older guy ( they are both adult men) wanted me sexually and had the hotts for me already. 1st guy (son) ill call him started feeling my feet, legs breasts face and thru my hair saying how hot i was and how good i feel esp my legs, i tried to move way but i was held there.then the other guy did the same and said how good it is going to be when he takes me later and everything he wants to do to me and after feeling me up kisses my gagged lips for a minute. are you going to tell us where it is, i shook my head no.the other guy said hell get the supplies ready and my heart started banging in fear, i tried to scream and nothing the water stopped it all and even thru my nose there wasn't enough air from the wad in my throat. then i started to choke, water, saliva, wad blocked all air. i panicked and started shaking my head no, as the other guy came back he asked what i was doing, he said he wasn't sure and asked if i could breath and i shook no , and the one asked will you tell us where it is and stupidly i shook no and he said then you choke, the first guy was worried and after tears started pouring down my face they took it out and let me breath. when i got my self together, i cursed them out and the wad was jammed back inside, i freaked out and pleaded no and they didn't tie it that far back again. my ankles were untied and they ordered me to walk around for them, as i started i bolted for the back door but couldn't get to the high lock, they grabbed me and brought me back one on each side of the house making them walk sexy, the other guy would grab and hold me and kiss me and feel me up like we were slow dancing........more to come. thanks to everyone i have been emailing with to help me go ahead with this |
| Name: | David |
| Comments: | Hope to see some other similar stories and especially Holly look forward to your stories |
| Name: | David |
| Comments: | Following on from my previous story which ended with my mother escaping after my grandmother arrived near the end of our game.She had seemed very interested in asking about the game questioning both my mother and me at various times about the game.It should be said that my grandmother was not particularly old as she had been a young mother (she would have been around mid fifties )and had certainly kept her looks and was always looking for fun.
Following the questioning it was my mother who suggested in conversation with me that perhaps I could arrange for my friends to choose my gran as a potential victim of our games. When I suggested this to my friends it was agreed that she would be the captured white woman in one of our games of cowboys and indians............to continue |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | John, that was great! Thanks. |
| Name: | John |
| Comments: | Thanks all.
\So the next videos were mom again. One starts with her sitting in a recliner chair her hands behind her back. Mom's hair is short in this video, and she's wearing suit pants and a blazer. She's talking about Aunt Jenny and how mom is surprised that Todd doesn't use Aunt Jenny as much for these tie up videos. I was surprised that mom was even continuing to allow this. While she talks Todd removes her shoes and lifts up for foot rest of the recliner to hold up her feet, again dressed with tan reinforced. He without hesitation starts tying her feet together. He then ties them to then ties them to the foot rest. She continues to talk while he goes and adjusts the camera to get her completely into the picture. He walks back to her and asks if she is ready. She nods. Todd then grabs her feet and starts to tickle them. I watch as Todd focuses on her feet and she squirms around. This goes on for a little while then we here Aunt Jenny call out in the back ground. Both stop in their place at the voice. Mom has this childish grin on her face and says almost in a whisper. "Oh boy, you’re going to get it now." He then jumps over to behind the chair and reaches over and hand gags her. She squirms more and mmmfffs. Todd pulls out a scarf and then ties it over mom's mouth. It is another over the mouth gag, which doesn't look like it's going to stop her from talking or calling out for help but it does. Another reason I think mom encourages this. She struggles while Todd leaves her to go talk to Aunt Jenny. Todd then slips back into the picture and hand gags mom over her gagged mouth. He tells her to leave through the bathroom because he told Jenny that mom was in the bath room. Mom nods with his hand over her mouth and he lets go, untying the gag. Mom gives him a flirty look and says that she didn't have time to escape. He taunts her and says that she can't ever escape his ties. He unties her feet, but gets another feel of her feet. She then stands herself up and he unties her hands. The next video after that is mom completed tied up lying on Todd's bed. She's struggling to get loose of all the ropes. This is the first of all the videos where mom doesn’t look like she's encouraging this. She is dressed in slim fitting short skirt, a leotard for the top and her long slim legs stand out by these silky nude pantyhose. Her hands are behind her back, her ankles crossed and tied together, knees tied above and a lot of crazy rope work around her arms chest and shoulders . She is barely able to move beside hopping around in his bed. The camera appears to have been hidden on a top shelf because it was looking down on her. It was hard to see at first but her mouth has been taped with clear tape. As she struggles, it doesn't take long for her short skirt to turn upside down and show her pantyhose and leotard on her midsections. There is some tv on or something where the sound is covering over mom's sounds. She struggles for about 20 minutes and then falls asleep. Todd then comes in and sits with her. He puts his hands onto her mid thigh and starts to feel her midsections. She struggles and shakes her head "no". He then ties a scarf over her eyes. They then appears to hear something outside the room, as both of them stop moving and turn their head towards the area where his door would be. He leaves her and the video ends shortly after. More stories will follow. |
| Name: | Jacot |
| Comments: | John
Now that is the type of post we need more of !!!!!!!!!! |
| Name: | John |
| Comments: | Through out of the videos and pictures, I have proof that mom has been bound and gagged by todd at least 23 times. There are many video clips of mom tied but the ones I have watched have opened my eyes. Almost all of the pictures are basically the same. There are three positions she is tied up in, 1 chair tied, couch tied, and the last one is bed tied. Each picture she has either an over the mouth gag or cleave gag, most of the time with pantyhose or stockings. When I go through the pictures according the dates they were taken, it starts off with rope ties, simple ankles , hands behind back and gag. The further they go, close to this date, she gets tied up with her pantyhose ( I assume they are hers) and finally a picture of her completely encased in sheer tan pantyhose and more pairs tied over her casing. There were several pics of her encased in hose, most of them she appears to be posing for the camera, showing she's probably into being bound with pantyhose.
I finally took a day off and went through all the videos. The first video recorded was back when we were really young. Mom and Aunt jenny are tied back to back to back and two of my cousins are running around them wrapping rope around them to pin them together. People are laughing and there is a lot of giggling. My Aunt Jenny looks very young and beautiful. Mom looks great too, she's wearing a skirt, and light blue sweater. I hear my dad call out, "I think the two need gags." and everyone laughs harder as the kids cheer and mom and Aunt Jenny look like they are shocked that it was even mentioned, but they don't do anything to stop it. One kid, can't see who, pulls a checked color scarf over my mom's mouth and the camera focuses on her as she roles her eyes at everyone cheering. Dad then says, "That's much better. We should have done that years ago." everyone laughs and mom gives him a a dirty look. I assume it is Todd who's controling the camera because it mainly stays on mom. There is a quick look at Aunt Jenny with a black scarf over her mouth but if you blink you miss it. The camera also looks over mom's body and takes a quick look at her reinforced toe tan pantyhose feet. She's sitting cross legged with one foot dangling in the air the other on the floor. I can see Aunt Jenny's feet behind her, which unlike mom's feet are tied together She's wearing black pantyhose but I cannot see more than that. The couple of quick looks at Aunt Jenny bound excite me but also annoyed me that they don't last. The video ends before we see them untied. It lasts about 6 mintues. The second video was the two tied the same back to back, as I had mention in the last time I contributed. Another one, has mom sitting in a chair right in front of a camera. She's being instructed to shit and to put her hands behind her back. I hear Todd's voice instructing her, "Ok in this scene you are a bank manager who's being robbed." She is wearing a business navy blue shirt and suit jacket. The suit jacket has a name tag on it and I just assume that mom came home from working at the department store at christmas time. She tells him that if he needs to tie her up tight to make it look real he can. He giggles a bit and thanks her again for helping him out. The camera is perfectly placed so we can see her full body sitting in the chair. She's looking very pretty, her hair is long in this one, straight dark brown and curly at the tips. While Todd tells her how he's going to tie her up to the chair, I see her lift her skirt up slightly revealing more of her tan pantyhose legs. She sees him looking at her legs and then removes her high heels in front of him. You can see her smile to herself as he can barely look away. It is very obvious that mom might be more into this than Todd. "How long are you going to keep me helpless?" She ask him as he starts to tie her hands behind her back. He does not really talk after that but ties ropes around her chest pinning her to the chair, straightening out her back and making her breasts look large. He then kneels in front of her, making sure not to get in front of the camera and pulls her ankles together. She tries to look over her knees to see Todd tie her ankles but the rope pinning her to the chair doesn't allow her to budge much. When he pulls the rope at her ankles to tighten them, she bites her lower lips and closes her eyes. I thought at first she might have been hurt, but it now looks like she enjoys the constricting feeling, or maybe the fact that she was now helpless at the hands of a guy who looks at her with a lot of desire. He asks if she's ok, she nods. He then pulls out what looks like a pillow case, and folds it over into a few times then pulls it over her mouth. She quickly asks him before he ties it off, if she was expected to escape, then her words got cut off as he tightens the gag. It looks tight over her mouth and her face really looks even more pretty with the over the mouth gag. She then starts to moan and twist in her ties, making sure to rub her legs together. Todd then comes into the picture a little later wearing a ski mask and holding a sack with a drawn dollar sign on it. He poorly acts like he's rob the place and that she should think better next time or something. She makes a growling noise at him when he says this and then bats her eyes at him. Then he's out of the picture and I watch as she struggles to get loose. It takes about 5 minutes but she gets her hands free then works at the at the knots that tie her chest and arms to the back of the chair. She gets them loose and is able to wiggle herself free. She keeps her gag on while she unties her feet, then stands up and walks out of the picture, still gagged. a couple of minutes go by and mom gets walked back to the chair by Todd how has tied her hands again behind her back. Once she's seated again, he bends over to tie her feet and she starts to kick him gently away. He then grabs both of her feet and holds them together under his arm pit wrapping his hands over them. He holds them together while he stretches to grab some rope. She giggles under then gag. Todd then starts to feel over her feet and she stops struggling. He gets a higher up grip, now on her knees and starts to really feel up her legs. Mom closes her eyes and tilts her head back. Todd then looks up at her and sees that she's not looking which I think scares him off. He then goes behind her and unties her hands. She reaches for her gag and tries to pull it down but it has been tied tight. She then reaches to the back and takes her time pulling on the knot in the back. Todd then slips over to the camera and shuts it off. The next video was an outdoor one. Mom is dressed in a long skirt this one and she carries an umbrella. Todd walks her to a railroad and helps her lay down on the tracks. The camera must be on a stand on the tracks. I recognize the tracks as the ones behind their house at the edge of the town. He then ties her hands in front of her and ties rope around her arms as she's sitting up. Before she lays down, he pulls a gag over her mouth and then walks over to her feet, removes her shoes, to show that she's wearing her typical hose. This time she didn't seem to be pleased by her shoes being taken off. Todd ties her ankles together goes over to the camera and picks it up. Mom then acts likes she's a damsel in distress. The camera focuses on her gagged face with pleading eyes. Then it goes down to her feet and spends a lot of time on her tied feet. The audio is not working in this video, but the camera then quickly goes back to mom's face who's looking at him confused. He then puts the camera down and then we can see her getting her feet untied, with Todd's hands running slightly up her long skirt, rubbing her legs. The last one I will mention today was with Todd's mom, Aunt Jenny. It looks like the same chair and room as the one where mom was tied. The camera in the same location. My Aunt Jenny`s voice is in the background saying, "I thought that your Aunt did the commercial with you." Todd then told Aunt Jenny that she did but the video didn't work and he needed a commercial filmed for his English class. Aunt Jenny then comes onto the screen and sit at the chair. She, like mom, is dressed with a skirt suit, but hers looks a little more casual. Todd then begins to whine because he sees that she's not wearing pantyhose like he asked her too. "Really? You are upset because I didn't wear pantyhose? Why, what's the big deal about me wearing pantyhose?" He tells her it looks more real. He ties up her hands and chest to the chair as they discuss this. "Do you think that only women in pantyhose get tied up?" he doesn't give much of a response as she keeps pestering him about it, then he finally tells her that it makes her look more womanly with pantyhose and he was looking for a damsel in a distress, a beautiful woman. She then says, "Well, if pantyhose are going to make me look prettier, then you might as well tie me up with pantyhose instead of rope." Todd stops in his spot then runs out of the room. She laughs at him saying she was only being sarcastic and it is revealed that he is carrying a pile of her hose. I then watch in sure enjoyment the binding of my Aunt Jenny with her pantyhose. He ties her ankles, then wrap gags her with not one but two tan silky pairs. He then looks her over and pulls another pair and pulls her tied ankles into one leg of a pair. She doesn't seem pleased and mumbles a lot under her gag. The rest of the video is her struggling with the camera not moving. Todd finally ungags her and asks if she's ok for another take. She tells him that he will have to do another take because this is inappropriate for school. The camera shuts off and turns back onto a picture of my Aunt Jenny tied to the same chair, now with a cleave gag with black hose and her ankles tied with rope. This time she's wearing black pantyhose with reinforced toes. It looks like the pair were put on as she still sat there, because her skirt is high up and the camera does not spare showing her crotch panel to her hose. The camera clip ends without her getting untied. I cannot believe how excited that video makes me. |
| Name: | Jacot |
| Comments: | Well said CC !!!!!! |
| Name: | CC |
| Comments: | Young Lad, I wonder if such stories as yours might fit better in the Dreambook, Damsels Bound and Gagged, rather than Mothers Tied Up. Some mothers and their children might feel awkward putting their stories in such proximity with yours about Brenda. Thanks for your consideration. |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Intriguing, Young Lad! Let's hear the other encounters you had with her. |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Great, John. Thanks. Let us know what the other clips entail. |
| Name: | John |
| Comments: | As I had mentioned before, when I went through Todd's I found not only this website, but I also found and clips of times my mom was tied up and gagged. The first clip I saw, was mom and aunt Jenny bound said by side in chairs. The two giggled and poorly acted like damsels in distress. The clip was nice because it should both of them with tight over the mouth white scarf gags, rope wrapped many times around their bodies, showing their slim figures, and most of all they both had the typical tan pantyhose with reinforced toes. Mom's pantyhose were the same as she usually uses, but Aunt jenny's legs were very shiny, like hooter waitresses tights. Their skirts and blouses looked alike and when Todd was talking, I found out they were playing stewardesses, or as todd called them "Air Hostess". I located a comic book called, "Natacha" Hostess du L'aire" on his files and seeing the bound and gagged heroine in that comic quickly knew that mom was Natacha. She had brown hair in this clip, but her hair was short and kind of like the cartoon character's hair. The clip starts with Todd saying something about the ransom, then finishes about 3 minutes in with Todd untying Aunt Jenny's feet. He tries to film himself untying her ankles, but the camera falls and he then shuts it off. The next scene is mom, being walked into another room. Her gag and hand ties are still on. The white cloth over her mouth is thin and just barely covers her mouth. The room is very small, like a walkin closet. He helps her sit down then ties her ankles with a short white rope that barely wraps around her ankles twice. He tells her that she won't cause him problems in there, then leaves her. Mom then starts to try and escape. She twists and turns an it only takes about a minute and her ankles are free. She takes one knee to get ready to stand. In doing so, she flashes under her skirt showing her control tops of her pantyhose. She walks to the camera and it appears that she doesn't even know it's there because all we can see is a close up of one of her arms. Then she is able to get her hands loose and we can see a quick view of her rubbing her hands. She says something in the lines of, "Well, that wasn't too difficult." then the clip ends.
I will write about some more of the clips. There is a lot and I haven't had the time to go over them. I have watched about 8 now and that one was the best, so far. I have been watching them in chronological order according to when they had been recorded/downloaded onto his computer. |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | AD41, that was great work! I would also love to see more. |
| Name: | RE AD41 |
| Comments: | Cool stuff, thanks! I see this is episode 3; are episodes 1 & 2 available somewhere? Would love to see the mom more thoroughly bound and gagged! |
| Name: | AD41 |
| E-mail address: | studioad@stormbringerenterprises.com |
| Comments: | been a fan of this forum for a while , great stories here ,
thought i would contribute in my own way ,created an bondage mom comic of sort , available here http://www.mediafire.com/?d2nndgiyb6jx5u4 |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | David and John, it would be great to hear more from you! Holly, I really look forward to hearing about your adventures! |
| Name: | David |
| Comments: | Will look forward to your stories Holly. |
| Name: | Holly |
| Comments: | Mostly a captive, occasionally a captor. Will try and write a couple of occasions up soon. |
| Name: | David |
| Comments: | Holly yes you are correct.......most definitely not the last time she was our captive!.
Are you a captive (or a past captive) or a captor? |
| Name: | CC |
| Comments: | Thank you, David! Sounds like a lovely outfit to wear while getting tied up! Yes, and I can understand the comment about the slippers, too, and agree completely. |
| Name: | David |
| Comments: | Many thanks for feedback, more stories to follow.
In answer to CC my mother was wearing a blouse, a shortish skirt, tan stockings and slippers....mule type with fur. In fact in most of my recollections all the "victims" were usually wearing slippers.....much easier to remove!!. |
| Name: | Bound-Black-Girl Lover |
| Comments: | John:
Your story of your mother gagging herself and you hand-gagging her while she was climaxing was hot~ but I would still like to see INCLUDED in the stories Eli's and Angie's episodes in bondage and gaggage for those of us who prefer to read stories of "teen" girls captured and restrained (since it happened ANYWAY)as-opposed-to OUR mothers (aunts and OTHER'S mothers "O.K.")! |
| Name: | Young Lad of the 70s |
| Comments: | David you are on a roll and wow John, please keep going. This is a very good story to start the year with. Thank you both. |
| Name: | John |
| Comments: | I came across this page by accident. This year at Christmas time, my family went to visit my Aunt Jenny's house and her family. While there, I borrowed my older cousin Todd's laptop and when I started to type into the address this website came up with its history. I read through it and much of the stories in here I have experienced with my mom and aunt.
About five years ago, our family stayed at home and Aunt Jenny's family came to our house. One night we all got into playing games, while the parents started drinking. I came into my cousin Angie's room and found out that my cousins had been playing some tie up games. Both Angie and my sister Eli were tied up in chairs back to back. Todd and my younger brother Clint were both finishing up wrapping rope around the two, pinning them each one tighter together. Both girls were giggling. Besides the wrap around rope holding them to the chairs, their ankles were tied both had their hands tied together in front of them. Eli was already gagged with a thick cleave gag, while Angie was arguing and threatening humorously about getting her revenge. When she saw me enter she turned and called out. "John! Save us." then she was hand gagged by Todd and over exaggerated some "MMMFFFFING" noises. Clint ran to a dresser and pulled out a couple of scarves. The two boys quickly gagged her as she gave me the pleading eyes. Angie is a cute very fun girl who was 16 or 17 at the time. She was dressed in a black dress which looked good with her jet black curly wavy hair. The gag was tied over her hair which pinned it down. I looked over her kicking legs, tied with a pair of black tights over her black pantyhose that she was wearing. The way she moved in her bounds was very tantalizing and showed that she was enjoying this immensely. My sister Eli was the opposite. She seemed very upset and really tugged hard at the ropes. Eli would be 18 at the time and she was and still is an odd duckling. She usually wear very thick glasses and spends a lot of time moping about everything. Seeing her bound and gagged I knew wouldn't be something she could see humour in. She was dressed in a long skirt that covered her feet while she was tied. Her ankles were tied over the dress and to one of the legs of the chair. Her mouth was obviously stuffed with something as an over the mouth scarf held it in. Her eyes and jerking movements showed that she didn't think this was fun. I was going to go free her and be the good brother but then my Aunt Jenny came in. "Hey guys have you seen…" she just stopped talking as she look in over my shoulder at two teenage girls tied up and gagged and three teenage boys tying them up. Everyone froze in their spots. Then Aunt Jenny spoke out. "Oh no." she said putting her hands to her face in a manner of over the top bad acting. "We are being robbed by some very handsome robbers." Eli moaned annoyed and rolled her eyes. Todd and Clint both then pointed at Aunt Jenny who was holding her hands in the air like we had a gun on her, and told me to grab her and make sure she doesn't get away. I then grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her back. She giggled like her daughter Angie. "Oh no. Now a very handsome one has me. Somebody rescue me." I then went into character and hand gagged her with my right hand and wrapped my left arm around her keeping her arms pinned down. Todd put a bed sheet over Eli and that was the first clue that this was something a little more evolved then just a game. But holding Aunt Jenny close to me, with my hand over her soft lips made me ignore the clues and just enjoy what I was going to enjoy. "Take her to her room." Todd pointed to me, "Clint, go find some rope from the garage and don't get caught." We both followed orders. I pulled Aunt Jenny across the hallway and into her room. She mmmmfffed what I think was suppose to be "Help me." As she did this, we heard another voice "mmmmfffff" down the hall coming from another room. Aunt Jenny then nodded, and mumbled under my hand, "Ah, there's your mother." I pulled her into her room and kicked the door close behind me. As soon as we got in, I elbowed the light switch and then saw un in a full length mirror. She looked stunning with a damsel look, dressed in slim fitting light brown skirt with tan pantyhose, and a thin strap silky black top. She was even looking herself over and winked at me in the mirror. Then she started to lick my hand and make a moaning sound like she was enjoying the taste of my hand. I pulled away quickly, not letting go of her with my left arm. She then said, "I have some scarves hanging in my closet that you can gag me with." She then with ease, slipped out of my arms and sat on the tip of the bed, looking anxious to be gagged. I pulled out a couple of white scarves. I had never gagged a woman before, so I tied one scarf over her mouth like you might see in an old fashion serial movie. She pulled up her hair to help me tie it in place without catching her hair. Once I tied the knot, she mmmfffed to let me know she had been gagged. Clint knocked at the door and whispered to be let in. I let him in and he ran to her with white ropes. He ran behind her and she automatically put her hands behind her back, to which clint started tying them. I luckily got to tie her feet. I remember her wiggling her reinforced pantyhose toes(I learnt the term "reinforced toes" are from this page, never knew that the type of pantyhose had a particular name), as I tied her ankles side by side. I then tied her knees, to which her skirt rode up and gave me plenty of room. Her legs felt so fantastic that I found myself putting my hands on her upper thigh and just feeling them. She then spoke out, "Careful." and didn't have the spirited look she had on before. I then whispered sorry and stepped back, feeling my face turn red with embarrassment for being caught for copping a feel of my aunt legs. Clint heard her, went to her dresser pulled out a stocking and rolled it up. He then pulled down her scarf gag and she then spoke out, "What do you plan on doing…" and her mouth was stuffed with this nude coloured stocking. I could see her smile with shock and her scarf over the mouth gag was placed over the stuffed mouth. Todd came in and looked over Aunt Jenny's ties. he then tied a few more ropes over her chest, above and under her breasts pinning her arms to her sides. She didn't look too pleased to be tied up any more. todd then lifted her legs onto the bed and pulled her back into the middle so she could lie down nicely on the bed with the pillows under her head. He then told Clint to go watch the two Angie and Eli and me to keep an eye on Aunt Jenny. I agreed with delight. I didn't know really know what to do. Aunt Jenny pulled and twisted at her ropes but I could see that she was definitely helpless. I watched her as she watched me watch her struggle. The whole visual was so sexy. I was so turned on by the concept that I was left alone with a gorgeous woman, bound and gagged and completely helpless. I locked the door behind me which I could see a panic look in Aunt Jenny's eyes as she struggled a little more and mmmfffed something stern. I then went and joined her on the bed, laying down in front of her. "Don't worry." I said, touching her face. I then pulled down the scarf that gagged her and she spat out the stocking. "Johnny?" she questioned with pleading eyes. "Don't worry Aunt Jenny. I locked the door so that Todd and Clint don't see me ungag you. Are you comfortable? Did you need a drink or some food?" I could see her relax right away. She laid her head down and smiled at me. "I could use a drink." she smiled, "Can you get me a glass of that sparkling wine? The peach flavoured stuff." I then started to hold the stocking back to her mouth, she pulled back away. "No wait." I stopped. "Get a dry or clean pair." she then points with her eyes to her dresser where Clint had taking the stocking. I went to the dress and held up another stocking and she shook her head no. "Get something softer." I then held up a couple of stockings, on tan, one black, she said no to both. I then started feeling around, touching her pantyhose, tights, slips, stocking, panties, and all sorts of sensual clothings, finally pulling out a pair of pantyhose that was really silky and soft. "Those will do." I couldn't believe how this was exciting me so much. I went back to her looking at her legs, thinking that perhaps these were the same type of pairs she was wearing. She watched me look at her while feeling the pair in my hands. "Just like Todd. you boys really like the feel of women's pantyhose don't you?" I told her that I never knew they felt so soft. "They do feel nice on the skin. " she started to rub her legs together as though she was enjoying the pair she had on. "When Todd was younger he use to steal my pantyhose and I wouldn't be surprised if he still has a collection right now." she then looked shocked at what she said, "You didn't hear that from me, he would get so mad if he knew… you better gag me again before I say more embarrassing things." I then stuffed her mouth with the pantyhose and pulled the scarf back on. She nodded and winked. I then left her in the room to get her a drink. I crept by Angie's room and thought I would peak in to take a look at her bound and gagged and when I openned the door slightly, I saw that Clint was going through Angie's underwear drawer and feeling her pantyhose like I was doing to Aunt Jenny. I then looked at Angie and Eli. Eli had been blindfolded with a black stocking or tights. And Angie was blindfolded with a pair of tan pantyhose that were pulled over her face and the legs were wrapped around her eyes. She was now struggling to get loose like Eli was earlier. I left them, thinking that my best interest was to please aunt Jenny, so I could spend more time looking at her tied up and gagged and perhaps feel her legs a little more. I went to the kitchen and my dad and uncle were busy drinking and watching an action film. It wasn't difficult to get the bottle and two glasses and I also grabbed some chocolates as well. When I came back to the room I could now see Aunt Jenny's legs in full. She had obviously been struggling and kicking and now her skirt had rode up. I went in saw her lacy white panties under her pantyhose and instantly got aroused. She looked embarrassed and I then quickly and softly pulled her skirt back down. This way I also got to feel her legs again. SHe mmmfffed a thank you and I soon removed her gag. "I'm starting to think that this is not turning out to be the proper game between a damsel and her nephew." I sat her up and she kept talking about the event. "I have always said that I wanted us to get to know each other better, but I don’t think seeing my underwear and going through my dresser and feeling my nylons, tying me up and gagging me with my pantyhose is really proper." I held out a glass of wine for her and she sipped it then asked me about her husband. "Typical, I get kidnapped, tied up and gagged and my man isn't even interested that I've dissappeared enough to come and rescue me." "I would have rescued you." I said downing my drink. She laughed at me and put her head on my shoulder. "I know you would have." she then leaned her body into me nearly knocking the drinks out of my hands. "Sorry but your Aunt needs a hug. " I put the drinks down and gave her a hug and we slowly laid down again. We laid face to face, her eyes and lips were so beautiful. "How long am I going to be your prisoner?" "I don't know." I said, "I don't even know why Angie and eli were tied up. I walked in at the same time you did. I thought you knew more about this then I did. " she snickered. "Oh, I kind of thought you were enjoying tying up a grown up woman." "I would probably enjoy it more if I was rescuing the lady and getting a kiss after from the lovely lady." She then leaned into me and kissed me on the lips. I was shocked and found myself kissing back. It felt amazing and she really gave me a lot of love behind the kiss. "There." she licked her lips after pulling her head away. "now you can untie me and we can see what's happening with the others." It took some time to get through the knots but I was able to get her loose, not to mention feel her ankles and feet while untying them. She even put them on my lap and said, "Do what you got to do." and she untied her knees in the process. She then kissed me on the cheek and told me to find mom, while she goes and get Angie and eli untied. We split up and she went into the room and I could hear Aunt Jenny's voice turn into the scolding mother, "Clint. Stop that. You should be… and the door closed behind her." I asked Aunt Jenny was happened in there later and she said that Clint was not being the gentleman that I was and that's all she told me. I found out later from Angie that he was sucking her toes. Clint is now looked upon as the pervert in the family according to the female cousins. Any ways, Todd's door was locked so I knocked and whispered, "Todd, we need your help out here, they are getting loose." He opened the door immediately, popping his head out. I told him that I screwed up and now Aunt Jenny is being rescued by eli in Aunt Jenny's room. He then slipped out without opening the door wide enough to let me have a look. Then dashed down the hallway and into Aunt Jenny's room. I quickly went into his room and locked his door behind me, locking out Todd from his own room. I could hear mom moaning behind me. I turned around and couldn't believe what I saw. Mom was completely gagged and tied up with tan and nude pantyhose. Her mouth was over the mouth wrapped with a tan pair, her hands and arms were in a pair and tied to the headboard of Todd's bed. Her legs, with her skirt hiked up showing her control top pantyhose and white plain panties underneath were tied with several pairs. One pair was tied between her legs and were stretching up into her mid section. She squirmed and gave me the "help me" eyes. I then quicly untied her hands and she pulled down the gag. Nothing was stuffed in her mouth but she still couldn’t call for help. That I thought was kind of sexy. She wrapped her arms around me with her pantyhose encased arms and hands. She then put her hand on my face and called me her little hero. Trying to help her out, I grabbed the hose that were between her legs and the pulling of them triggered her to moan. I turned her around to try and find the knots and she quickly stuffed her mouth with a pair to prevent her from moaning out loud. I didn't know but I was arousing her by accident. She grabbed one of my hands and gripped tight and I kept pulling at the hose. Her other hand went right to her mid section to which I thought she was tugging at the hose between her legs. She moaned out loud and started to hump her hand and mid air. I asked if she was ok and she quickly nodded yes. I then got brave and something came over me in the heat of all this and I started to run my hands all over her legs and her ass. It felt so warm, smooth and silky. Her hand that was in her mid section quickly snapped and grabbed my hand that was feeling up her legs and pulled my hand into her midsection as well. I couldn't believe her strength. And she started to moan louder, even with the hose she stuffed into her mouth. I was afraid of someone coming in and seeing me grope my tied up and gagged mother so I hand gagged her hose stuffed mouth. She nodded and squeezed my hand very hard holding over her mouth. She then let out a large moan and went limp. I then was able to get the rest of her hose off and she thank me for helping her escape. She could barely open her eyes and I assumed that she was just drunk. She kissed me on the forehead and put her hose covered hand on my face then it fell off as she fell off to sleep. I lifted her up and took her to my room. Aunt Jenny saw me carrying my hose covered mother with pantyhose dangling from her wrists and ankles and she was able to put two and two together and called for Todd. I told Jenny that I was putting mom to sleep in mom room so that Dad does not wake her when he goes to bed. And that night, I slept with mom beside me curled up and cuddling with me, my hands on her hose covered hips. When I woke up the next morning I woke up to mom kissing me on the cheek. She thanked me for rescuing her from an awkward night, stood up and let me see she was now wearing a new outfit, pajama shorts still with hose. She felt up the side of her thigh allowing me to hear and see slightly up her shorts. then left me in a bed with all the pantyhose that tied her and encased her. I pulled them all in and smelt my Aunt Jenny's scent and a particular sweet smell that I remember from last night with mom. We never talked about that night ever again. to many people are embarrassed to what it became.This year I went through his computer and found a whole bunch of pictures and movies of my Aunt Jenny, Cousin Angie and two other Aunts, a couple of ladies I don't know, and many, upon many pics and movies of my mom in more bondage situations. I will tell about those later. I did see the stories on this page and know that Todd is thinking abuot that night too. I tried to see if he contributed but nothing yet. I hope that he can see this and feels ok enough to talk to me about the night. I would love to get some details from him to how he was able to talk the into bondage and where he got the balls to try it in the firts place. |
| Name: | CC |
| Comments: | David, you haven't mentioned what your mother was wearing, other than slippers and stockings. Might you fill us in? |
| Name: | Holly |
| Comments: | Great story David. I think you meant not the last time she was tied up at the end!
I know us mums and aunts and even grans can be quite tolerant to our childrens fun and games but older sisters? How on earth did you get them involved?! |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Awesome, David! Please let us know when you and your friends get your mom again. I would love to read more. |
| Name: | David |
| Comments: | continued.........
Watching my mother tied tightly to the chair and her legs secured to the coffee table it was even more rewarding to watch her reaction as her slippers were removed and her stockinged feet tickled. We certainly saw a reaction now she desperately tried to avoid the fingers that were raking the soles of her feet. Eventually we stopped and my mother stopped writhing in the chair I could see a bead of perspiration on her brow and also she threw me a look that I took to mean that she would have words with me later. While the tickling had taken place some of the others had been preparing the totem pole (actually the end of the stairs!) and we were now ready for the finale of our game. My mothers slippers were retrieved and put back on her feet and her legs untied. remvoing the ropes securing her to the chair we motioned to her to stand (I think she could have stopped the game there and then but she didnot). We grabbed her arms and started marching her towards the stairs and started to tie her to the end bannister. Again we used plenty of rope securing her body and legs to the post , we also started piling some newspapers and a few cushions around her to act as kindling and we started a drum beat as we had seen in plenty of cowboy and indian films. She was now ready for burning!.........however just as we were abouth to start our dance around her the doorbell rang. Sheepishly we opened the door to find my grandmother standing there. She entered the house and started to laugh at the predicament that her daughter found herself in but it also signalled the end of our game. My friends quickly left and I had to release my mother and then dissappear to rejoin my friends. Leaving my mother and grandmother to discuss the goings on. Once I rejoined my friends we discussed when we could next "play" and who our next victim should be as it happens it was not the first time my mother would be our prey. |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | That is very generous of you, George. I am sure there are many people wanting to take you up on your offer. |
| Name: | Young Lad of the 70s |
| Comments: | Lisa;
I don't know where you live, but where I am in Massachusetts there are a lot of small drama groups and clubs, and two very large theater groups. They are always looking for volunteers and the small groups actors, set, lighting and sound workers. They are small and usually very open to new people and members. Lucy worked at a bar and Todd met her there, it was the typical cougar meeting a young stud. He met another older women too through the bar scene but that was in the 80s. The new method is online, I have a few long distance relationships with a bondage partners both over forty, but I am fifty-four now. We get together a couple times a year, not all together, and play a few role-plays, Roxy is very much into the burglary, kidnap and robbery scenes. Chyrstal a little more hardcore stuff. A young man like your son should easily find and older woman to date, bondage is another story. The online method is most likely best for him. Theater groups should be in or around your area. The smaller ones are probably best I met a woman years ago in a group and we dated for a few months and she was very into simple tie-up games. I would hide in the closet and ambush her when she came home and she would be a willing damsel, at the time we were both in our thirties so it wasn't like tying up a mother, and those stories don't fit into this Dreambook. Hope this helped Lisa. Happy Holidays. |
| Name: | George Howler |
| E-mail address: | georgehowler@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | hello everybody
I am a amateur story writer,I am willing to write stories for those here, who want to see their mom tied up If you are interested send me word to my email.... georgehowler@yahoo.com |
| Name: | RE Fred with Cred |
| Comments: | Please do not continue. Do te world a favor and kill yourself. |
| Name: | Lisa |
| Comments: | dear young lad of the 70's
can you tell me where these drama classes would be? or any info about how your friend found someone? i think i will ask him what he wants... lisa |
| Name: | Fred wit da streetd cred |
| E-mail address: | nofred@nofred.com |
| Your URL: | http://www.lincoln-shitting.com/images/lincoln-shitting.gif |
| Comments: | Me mum.
Unsuspecting, witty, hot and Internet savvy, she was on her way with me and my holmes to a ski lodge. We didn't expect this, but while I was out getting logs, she complained about her wet clothes to my friend, who was perplexed as all shit. Then she stripped to her stockings, as he tells me. Afraid she would throw herself at him, he warned, "If my homie come back here and find me with you like this..." Then he tied her up with some rope that be on the porch. I came in just as he was stretching her lace garments over his chin. Figgin' weirdo. Anyways, so I says to her, "What the Eff! You trippin' homemom?" She all like, "Excuse me, son. I think you need to get more wood." TBC Merry Christmas. |
| Name: | RE GaggedLisa |
| E-mail address: | n/n |
| Your URL: | http://nn |
| Comments: | Lisa,
I personally love the stories where the woman is tied by surprised, tricked, or against her will (at first), but I would hate to have to wait for that and have nothing happen. I think we would all love to hear a stories from you, I say ask him what he wants or accept his challenge. |
| Name: | pilon jean-luc |
| E-mail address: | pilon.jeanluc@yahoo.fr |
| Your URL: | http://book dreambook.com/gageta/self bondage uk.html |
| Name: | pilon jean-luc |
| E-mail address: | pilonjeanluc@yahoo.fr |
| Your URL: | http://mother tied up |
| Name: | Young Lad of the 70s |
| Comments: | Lisa. A simple rule of thumb with any tie-up games is everyone must be willing to play. If you do not want to play tell him straight up. If you don't mind the games perhaps suggest he find a girlfriend willing to play with him and wear outfits to make her look older. Another idea is get him in a drama club where he can hook-up with other role players, after all people in the theater love damsel-in-distress scenes.
I have hooked up with people my age to role-play. My childhood friend Todd did find an older woman, Lucy to play games with him, and for him and even me it was fun while it lasted. Your son is becoming an adult, and you do not have to be his playmate if you do not want to. |
| Name: | Lisa |
| E-mail address: | gaggedlisa@aol.com |
| Comments: | Hi my name is lisa, I found this site while investigating my sons recent behavior.I'm 40 and have an 18 year old who has been hand gagging me from behind and holding my arms with his other hand, i was disturbed by this and asked him to stop but once in a while he does it and seems to like when i struggle and try to yell. I look alot younger than my age and have a nice body and breasts and with my work i wear short dresses,sometimes tight and tan pantyhose and high heels which it seems is very liked in everything i am finding out.whenn I am dressed up i am finding that he likes to take pics of me and I have noticed him staring way too much at my body and legsthis makes me feel a little wierd but at least i know he likes girls.
He also has been renting alot of movies with tons of tie up or kidnaping and damsel scenes and has asked if i thought i could get out of any types and if i would be scared, I make a comment and blow it off, and change the subject. i am worried he might grab and tie me against my will, I have no reason not to trust him to hurt me but being who I am I dont know what to do or think. any ideas? please post here. Should i ask him what he wants? or wait to see what happens? i dont want to lead or tease him into doing something I may regret. |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Hey, Jay. You posted back near Halloween on how you and your friends were gonna devise a scenario for your mother. Did anything pan out? I'd love to hear the results! |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Here is a link to some of them, Dave: http://wayback.archive.org/web/*/http://books.dreambook.com/wwwarmachine/bondagemother.html |
| Name: | Dave |
| Comments: | hi i love reading the stories but what happens to the ones that we no longer see
is there a place that we can find them thanks |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Thanks for finishing with the Lucy adventures, Young Lad. |
| Name: | Young Lad of the 70s |
| Comments: | Nice story David, please continue. I helped Todd with Lucy two more times, well really once, but helped a second time with the rest of his demented adventure.
A week after my visit with Todd and Lucy, I got a call from him to meet him at an out of the way part of the local pond. Todd was always up to something so drove out to the old boat ramp and waited with a six pack. He showed up about thirty minutes later in his Chevy Malibu, and back in those days the cars were pretty big. He got out and we talked. I was disappointed that Lucy didn't join him, since she was nice eye candy, but kept quiet, she worked in a nearby city as a waitress. He finally mentioned the night we tied up Lucy and we talked about it. I then admitted my disappointment in Lucy not being with him. He opened the trunk of the car! Poor Lucy was soaked in sweat, her white blouse and overstuffed bra were drenched as were her tight denim shorts! Todd had her hands tied behind her back her blue highheeled ankles secured with more clothesline and a wide red bandana wrapped over her pouty red lips! He drove around with her in the trunk for an hour. I helped get her out of the trunk and we dropped her in the shallow part of the pond to help her cool off. He then untied her and we shared the beer and went to a few taverns, later that night, after they went home to get changed. Another old school buddy George knew about Todd's fetish and was in town for a week. He was staying at a cottage his uncle owned and suggested a cookout. I got to the cottage a little late or so I thought, he then told me his plan. Todd and Lucy arrived an hour later, the time he told them the party started. Todd walked into the house and we grabbed him. We soon had him bound and gagged in just his black Speedo with duct tape and gagged him with a worn panty, and two strips of duct tape, George's girlfriend was with him and she was a nice 5'4", well tanned brunette with blue eyes and a nice 120 pound build and wore a 34C bra, and let us borrow a bikini panty for this occasion. Lucy wondered where Todd was and knocked at the door, Jane let her in and helped us tie-up and gag the yellow bikini clad Lucy with duct tape and stuffed one of George's worn briefs in her willing mouth with two strips of tape over her lips. We laid them on the deck and had a few beers while we watched them at first struggle, but after awhile Todd almost dry humped Lucy. We let them go just before the rest of the people showed up for teh cook-out. I got a job out of the area and did stay in contact with Todd, and found out that after awhile the lust and fun wore off and Lucy found another young guy to go out with. The new guy was submissive according to Todd. He dated another older woman, but she was pretty straight laced, in fact Tina liked her so much Todd dumped her. He then dated an married a woman about our age. I married a couple years later, and could not get my wife to play bondage games at all, we split up after four years. A funny story about that is that when we went to marriage counceling I admitted my interest in bondage and desire to bind my beautiful wife. The doctor suggested that I put the clothesline in the wash first, 'so it wouldn't cut into the flesh'. My ex stormed out of that appointment in a hurry. I have since found bondage partners, but none much older than myself, but those stories are for another site. |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Nice story, Young Lad. Did you tie up Lucy again? Keep going, David. It's real good. I can't wait to read more! |
| Name: | David |
| Comments: | continued.......
So my mother found herself tied to a chair, lots of rope had been used, her legs were resting on a table and were now being secured to the table her feet were just hanging over the edge. Her face showed her worry about having lost control she was now completely our prisoner. My friends then announced that our prisoner would be taken to the totem pole.......but first we needed information from her. We started tickling her sides and her arms but she only moved a little and certainly did not answer our demands on where the treasure was (yes a corny question but hey we were young!). It was then that one of my friends suggested we should see if her feet were more ticklish. Taking the lead he moved towards her feet and started removing one of my mothers slippers, he started trailing his fingers along the soles of her foot and following that lead another friend moved to her other foot and started the same on her stockinged foot........to continue |
| Name: | David |
| Comments: | Holly asked if my Mum was a regular captive........yes she did become a regular, along with other friends mothers and some older sisters, Aunts and even a few grandmothers!. For a couple of years we were very enthusiastic with our games!. |
| Name: | Young Lad of the 70s |
| Comments: | When I was twelve when a big event hit our community it spread like wild fire and when my friend's gorgeous mother was involved in a burglary, well that was very big news. First of all Tina was gorgeous, with curly platinum-blonde hair and wore a 34DD bra, I looked in her hamper too many times to count. She sold real estate and cleaned summer cottages after her husband tok off for milk never to return, well that is another story.
Tina was cleaning a cottage by the popular lake when a couple of robbers showed up. She was trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey. They used clothesline and gagged her with a couple scarves. Since they hit about six cottages that day, didn't do anything to her other than tie her up. Unfortunately no one found her until the next day, she was bound and gagged in the cottage for about twenty hours. My mother sent me to visit Todd my friend and classmate to keep him company during such a trying time. I must admit the thought of Todd's gorgeous mother bound and gagged really had me excited. We were playing in the house a week later when a police officer showed up with Tina's clothes from the robbery. The clothes were wrapped in plastic with a manila envelope with it. Todd was curious so opened the package careful so we could sneak it back in so she wouldn't notice. I remember looking at her bra and ruined shorts and panties and well feeling aroused. Todd also seemed excited when he read the report about how his mother tried to struggle to the phone only to find the line cut. It was like reading a crime novel. For two youngsters this was better than a detective magazine from the local drugstore, because it was real and involved the best looking mother in town. We never tied up Tina, but I had many a dream of binding and gagging her, and so didn't her son. When I got out of the service went back home and was surprised to see Todd dating an older woman in fact she was forty-seven to his twenty-one and quite a lady, she was 5'5", and weighed about 135 pounds with big brown eyes and frosted curly blonde hair, the one thing I noticed first was she was well-endowed and wore a 38DD bra. She had been married three times and was considered a loose woman. I stopped at her house for dinner. Todd brought up the robbery and Lucy smiled. It turned out she had let Todd tie her up and gag her quite a bit and was willing to let me join in, as long as she remained clothed. Well back then spandex disco pants were in and Lucy wore a red pair and black spandex top with black highheels. Todd and i wore stockings over our heads and Lucy pretended to return home. We grabbed the buxom blonde and gagged her with a worn panty, her's and a wide red scarf. I tied her hands behind her back with old pantyhose and todd lashed her pencil thin ankles together with old pantyhose too. We carried her to her bedroom and watched her squirm on her bed, that had a leopard print bedspread on it. She meowed through her own panty stuffed mouth as we watched. i did leave to use the bathroom for relief and Todd was excited the whole time. When I left two hours later she was still tied up and gagged, and Todd was down to his jockey shorts beside her on the bed. I envied him, he was able to live out his demented dream. They stayed together for a couple of years. |
| Name: | Holly |
| Comments: | David
Excellent start to the story. I look forward to the conclusion. I note you mentioned this being the first adult you captured but not the last. Was your Mum a regular captive or did other mums fall to your games. |
| Name: | David |
| Comments: | continued....
My mother having raised her arms in apparent surrender, must have looked at our excited faces and decided to try and escape.........by running out of the other unguarded door. The four of us gave chase and soon cornered her again, this time we immediately tied her wrists behind her back and marched her back to the living room(which would double as the Indian village!) determined not to let our prisoner escape again we motioned for her to sit down on a high backed chair. We then set about securing her to the chair, quite a lot of rope was used and our knot tieing skills (learned at Scouts) were soon put to good use. After a few minutes my mother realised that escape might prove difficult, rope pinned her to the chair and her legs were tied above and below the knee with her ankles also secured. Whilst we had played versions of this game many times this was the first (but luckilly not the last) time we captured an adult. To complete the capture her legs were raised and rested on a small table, then secured in such a way that allowed her feet to overhang. We surveyed our prisoner , who looked suitably shocked and apprehensive about the predicament she found herself in........to continue |
| Name: | katrine |
| Comments: | Thanks so much to
Jessica, Doug, Stanley and David for helping keep the spirit bright! May some nice tie up items be in your (panti-hose) stockings this year! |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Nice one, Stanley. David, please continue with the story. I am very interested in hearing the rest. |
| Name: | sandy bernabei |
| E-mail address: | sandy.bernabei@gmail.com |
| Your URL: | http://www.lincoln-shitting.com |
| Comments: | Tied a pair of stockings around my black mother's neck and wrapped them around the flush handle again.
Still working on the physics of it. When she bends down, the toilet flushes but her top hat falls off. I tried a strap, but it interferes with the stocking tie. It's just as well; what I really want is to be able to dip my toes into the bowl before she flushes. So what's really nice about it is that as she pulls up on the handle, the pee/poo remains for me- just to get my feet wet, nothing crazy. Great site, keep up the good work! |
| Name: | david |
| Comments: | This is a story of how my Mother found herself captured tied and teased when looking after me and some of my friends when we young (about 20 years ago!)
There were four of us in total so the odds were in our favour but I still think without my mothers agreement I doubt if it would have happenned. We were 11 years old at the time and all memebers of the same scout group. As often happens in England the summer holidays were often interrupted by rain, and this was the case on this particular day. We had started playing a noisy game in the house which was beginning to interupt my Mothers work so she told us to quieten down or else. We did quieten down but decided to change our game to Cowboys and Indians we planned on being Indians and we needed a Cowboy or Cowgirl......and decided that my Mother would play!. We quietly crept into the living room brandishing our toy guns, bows and arrows etc my Mother looking shocked but playing along raised her arms in surrender. She was now our prisoner .......... to be continued |
| Name: | Stanley |
| Comments: | So Christmas came early to me this weekend. My Aunt Marilynn called me up on saturday and invited me to join her and her two daughters shopping for Christmas. I usually don't see them until family events because they live in a different city, but this weekend the three decided to come into the big city to do some shopping. They called me on Friday and asked if I could meet them for breakfast. I did and soon after found myself shopping with three giddy giggly ladies, in love with shopping.
Jen was dressed in jeans and t-shirt, Jaclyn was wearing a black skirt with sweater and black tights with knee high boots and Aunt Marilynn was wearing a black skirt, black boots, but with grey pantyhose, under her jacket was a slim fitting blouse. I felt out of place for the morning shopping portion but later found myself interested in watching them try on outfits. All three of them would try on at least 6 different outfits and when they did they would go shoeless for the whole event. Jen I quickly found out was wearing tan pantyhose with reinforce toes which reminded me so much of her mother. Marilynn watched me staring at their legs and feet with each dress they tried on. When both of the girls were changing outfits, MArilynn sat beside me on a bench, crossed her legs and started playing footsies with me. I was able to feel her warm foot just a couple of seconds then I heard her whisper, "Do you think about that night?" But the two sisters were out with another outfit before I could answer. In the afternoon, the two sisters went to the Twilight movie when Marilynn and I went for coffee at this fancy coffee shop a block away from the mall. We get our drinks and found a secluded both. She sits really close, so close that the waitress thought we were a couple. And just as we were left alone, MArilynn asked me about if I still think about the night we played tie up. I didn't mention writing about it but worried that she would have read this page and was confronting me about sharing to strangers. Instead of knowing what I was thinking, she then started to explain herself and why she acted upon the bondage. Turns out, when Aunt Marilynn was a teenager she was very unpopular. In high school she had a growth spurt and stood nearly 6 feet tall. Because of her height and thick glasses, she ended up being very awkward. On top of her appearance, she was also the brainiac in her classes and was not very well liked by her peers. She explained that at her school she had been one girl in a class of 16 girls 7 guys, and the tallest guy was 5'7 therefore she intimidated the guys to not be interested in her. I didn't really believe this because I saw pictures of her when she was a teenager and she was absolutely stunning then.This is where her drama teacher comes into her story. She and her friends had the biggest crush on their teacher Mr. C. She joined the drama department to be able to see him on a day to day basis. He lived by her house so he would drive her home after drama practices. One day he asked her if she had a boyfriend. When she told him that she didn't and didn't expect to have one during high school, he took her over to his place just so he could pick up something. She stopped in and he told her that the reason the men were not after her was because she was so tall, smart and beautiful and they were intimidated by her. They were working on the play where Aunt Marilynn was tied up dressed like a french maid. He told her that he noticed the guys were not intimidated by her when she was tied up on the chair. That's when he pulled out a chair and asked her to sit down. He then told her to stay put and he would be right back. He came with pantyhose, saying that his wife wouldn't mind. He then tied her hands behind the chair and told her that he was going to teach her a trick to get the guys attention quicker. She said that she was more excited about him paying so much attention to her and telling her how beautiful she looked that she never even thought about how wrong it is for a teacher to be tying up a student with pantyhose late at night. He told her that his wife was out for the week and what she didn't know about her pantyhose being used, wouldn't hurt her. Marilynn said that she remember dressed in a long skirt, but he raised it up to tie up her knees. He tied her ankles and then placed his hands onto her feet and started to rub them. She told me that she was very excited with him touching her, and being that she was tied up with pantyhose, she was wearing pantyhose and he couldn't keep his eyes and hands off of her legs, she decided then she would always be seen with hose covered legs. He then gagged her with a scarf and told her to arch her back and rub her legs together, and pretend to be aroused, so that the boys would be turned on by her. She did this and he watched. He then decided to tie another pair around her chest which perked up her breasts. He stepped back and watched her struggle. She told me that she was trying to perform for him to like her. He then untied her and told her that she was very sexy. Again he felt her legs as he untied them. He explained that he wanted her to do that struggling and moaning for the boys at school. He then drove her home. She told me that he kept taking her to his address after and drama practice and she would end up tied up with pantyhose sitting in the chair. Each night he would get closer to her and his hands would go further up her legs. One night he took some more pantyhose and stuffed her bra, saying that perhaps a fuller chest may help her. When he did this, his hands went under her bras and he felt her breast. She tried to call out but her mouth had been gagged. She told me that she was wishing that he would continue to touch her. But instead he went and grabbed a polaroid camera and started to take pictures of her. He then untied her and drove her home. She tried to kiss him but he just pushed her lips away. The last time she was at his address tied up with pantyhose, his wife came home early. While her car was parking, he pulled the chair that Marilynn was tied to and hid her in a closet. Before leaving her, he pulled off her gag told her to be quiet, kissed her lips and regagged her. She told me that she spent hours bound and gagged in the closet and listened to him and his wife argue about nothing. She finally got tired and thought that she should getout before she was discovered by his wife and was able to get loose from the hose that tied her. She turned on the light in the closet and started searching through his stuff hoping to find something she can collect that reminded her of him. In doing so, she ran into a drawer filled with polaroids of women tied with pantyhose. Each one with a different position and different women. My Aunt Marilynn then pulled out five pictures for me to see at the coffee shop. Four of them were women that I have never seen, one she pointed out was his wife, who was a stunning big haired woman, only wearing bras and pantyhose, bound to a bed, mouth wrapped in hose. Another was Marilynn's art teacher, who too was bound and wrap gagged with hose. The other two were other students that were older than MArilynn. They all looked like they were enjoying being bound and gagged. Each picture made me exceptionally horny. But then she showed me the picture of her. She was gagged with a white over the mouth hanky, her ankles crossed tied with hose, her skirt was hiked up over her panties, showing her control top pantyhose, with her reinforced toes very visible in the photo. It brought back memories of the poster and the night she was tied. When she showed me the photo, she placed her hand onto my groined and told me that she felt young when she excited me. She then told me that she never talked to him after than, besides performing in the play. She felt cheated and hurt but she always wanted to get his attention again. She created the poster with her tied up with pantyhose four different costumes, trying to get him to see what he was missing. Mr. C was later arrested and charged for raping a student under the age. Marilynn was ashamed that she was so turned on by him, that she married my uncle who is the nicest least controversial man she knew. She had put it all behind her until she saw me get excited looking at her as a damsel. It reignited a flame in her and she told me that she started to fantasize about her nephew rescuing her from burglars. that's when I told her I use to fantasize about her being kidnapped and me rescuing her. She kissed me passionately and took me back shopping to meet up with the girls. I didn't get to tie her up, but seeing those pictures of her bound in her teens was more than I could have asked for. She took back the pics and wouldn't let me keep any of them. |
| Name: | Ronald Bringle |
| E-mail address: | Rons_Mach1@yahoo.com |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Great story, Stanley! I enjoyed it immensely. I hope that you get to tie her up again at the Christmas party. If you do, please tell us what happened. |
| Name: | Stanley |
| Comments: | I know this story is long but it fits this room.
During my childhood I never had a moment when I was able to tie up my mom. However, her younger sister Marilynn being tied up over and over again became quite a fascination for me growing up. Marilynn was the looker of the family, slim, tall and with the best thick dirty blond hair. As far back as I can remember, she's always been acting in some play, commercial, or artistic production. There was one day when going through her pictures of all her shows, we stumbled upon 5 separate events where she had been tied up. The first was a production of "Peter Pan" where she played Wendy and was tied up twice, one picture with her tied to a pole with other actors playing the lost boys, ropes were wrapped around her arms and her hands were tied together at the front. The other picture had her walking the plank with her hands tied behind her back crossed, showing her back side with her looking over her shoulder at the camera person and captain hook poking her in the back with a plastic sword. She was in her early teens and was starting to develop her sexuality and was barefoot in both. Another play had her tied to a railroad track with a Snidely Whiplash, curly moustache and top hat. Rope was tied around her arms and shoulders, her hand tied in front, and her ankles tied. This picture was in black and white and she was wearing a long ankle length dress with black lace up boots. Another play had her tied up to a chair dressed as a French maid. Two actors looking like private investigators are examining her with large magnifying glasses. I couldn't see her feet, but she was dressed in a french maid costume, with white frilly skirt and black fishnet stockings. Again she was tied up with hands tied in front, rope pinning her to the chair, but this picture she was over the mouth gagged with a triangle style handkerchief. She was giving a annoyed look at the two inspectors. Another had her wrapped up like a mummy monster. She wasn't really tied up in that show but her wrappings went over her mouth and still showed her chin, which made her look like she was gagged. And in that picture, an adventure type of character is holding her arms which I use to pretend she was being kidnapped. All those pictures I use to look at over and over, but it was the one play that she wrote that I couldn’t get out of my mind. I saw the play when I was young, she was about 25, 27 ish and the play itself didn't have any bondage. It was the poster she posed for that had the most amazing life changing pictures. The play was written about women's liberation in the modern world. It received critical bashing for being "extremely preachy and overly bleak". The poster had 4 pictures, all of different time periods. The first was her dressed as a cavewoman tied up by a caveman. The second was her dressed as an Indian woman tied up by a cowboy. Third was her dressed like a rich 50s style house mom tied up by a burglar. And the last was her dressed in t-shirt and jeans tying up the male actor. I didn't understand the play when I saw it but remember that none of those scenes happened in the play. What sticks out about the pictures were that she was being tied up or down with women's pantyhose. The cave man tied her with pantyhose, the cowboy tied her with pantyhose and the burglar tied her with pantyhose and she tied up the actor with pantyhose. What I liked the most about each picture is that no matter what the customer was, she was still wearing these gorgeous tan pantyhose with reinforced toes. In her picture with her tied up, she is wearing a short skirt, barefoot, ankles and knees tied. Again her hands were tied together in front, but each one had a pair stretched showing the square panel of the hose between the two legs, pulled by the actor tying her up. She was also gagged with over the mouth wrappings the feet of the hose tied on the side of her face dangling with reinforced toes. It was obvious that it was the same pairs that tied her that she was also wearing in each picture. When I visited her I would always have to take a look at the pictures. We talked about them very thoroughly. She explained that she chose to use the pantyhose to signify womanhood taking over and controlling her. She also said that she thought it looked sexy too. I remember agreeing with her with a beat red face. She liked that I loved the picture and was so fascinated by it. One day she caught me staring at her hose covered legs. She smiled at me and told me that it was didn't mind me staring because men were always interested in women's pantyhose covered legs. After that I never felt embarrassed to be caught looking at her shapely hose covered legs. But it never went passed that until this summer. We all attended a family wedding and just as I suspected, even though it was hot outside, she was still dressed with tan colour hose. Both her daughters were dressed in hose during the ceremony, both splitting images of her just younger. The two ended up changing out of their hose and skirts before the dance and reception but Aunt Marilynn stayed in the pantyhose and danced most of the night in bare stocking feet. My Uncle left early to sleep. At the age of 37 he had a heart attack and ever since, although he's still a great guy, doesn't make an effort to do physical things. He's now 47 and looks like he's in his late 60s. She's 45 but still looks like she's in her early thirties, so beautiful that her daughters as always mistaken for being her sisters. Once my Uncle left, Aunt Marilynn stuck to me. We have become close lately because we are both in the acting industry. She's now a teacher who teaches drama at a college where I act in plays and do sound set ups for theatres. We danced a lot that night and she ended up having a few more drinks than she should have. She asked me to drive her back to the hotel she was staying at. I walked her to her room and she invited me in for one last drink (although I just asked for water because I still had to drive to my old parents house to stay). When we sat in the hotel room, I noticed that she was the only one sleeping in it. I asked and she told me that she knew my Uncle would be wanting to sleep so he didn’t want to be disturbed and being that she planned on staying out late and partying they got separate rooms. As soon as we entered I could see her suitcase wide open with her pantyhose and panties all over the place. She quickly started picking up the hose and said, "My girls couldn’t use their own room to dress between the mass and meal ?" Seeing her holding a bunch of pantyhose in her hands I told her that it reminded me of that poster of her tied up with pantyhose. Hearing me say that excited her and she then kicked off her heels and showed me her pantyhose feet, this time without the reinforced toes but the shiny tan silky look was still appealing. She could see me looking at her feet and then the conversation began. "You certainly like that poster of me tied up with pantyhose." she threw the pantyhose at me playfully and then removed more from the suitcase and started removing a couple of more pairs from packages inside the suitcase. I tried to change the subject away from me, "You certainly have a lot of pairs for just a weekend wedding trip." She slumped onto the bed, sitting up with the soles of her feet exposed to me as she wiggled her toes for me to see. "I have to bring extra pairs when travelling with my girls because they never package them and always steal my new unworn pairs. So I just become accustom to packing more pairs. " She removed the last pair from an unopened package and started wrapping them around her neck and shoulders. "Lucky for you. You can now recreate your favourite picture of me." I did not say a thing, shocked that she was offering to me herself as a bondage model. But she kept offering, "Don't be shy. I think it would be fun to be tied up and gagged again. I haven't been since that poster." She put her hands behind her back and turned her back to show me that they were crossed. I stood up and took one pair and started to tie her hands together. She then started to go into details about the poster shoots. I found out that it was her idea to be tied up and gagged with her pantyhose because she thought it would be a great metaphor for women's oppression and she also thought it made her look sexy. The man that tied her use to be her old boyfriend until he came out of the closet. She tried to have him take advantage of her while she was tied up and gagged but he never did, for obvious reasons. While she talked about how she wish a man would take advantage of her helplessness, I was tying up her ankles, which she crossed and I lifted onto my lap as I tied them with another pair. She lifted up her skirt to allow me to tie her thighs above her knees. I felt her legs and she began to moan encouragingly. "Yes. That's what I have been missing. Gag me so I can call for help." She was getting very hot and wet and smelt amazing. I quickly forgot she was my aunt but knew she was that beautiful damsel in the most sexually eye opening image in my head coming to life. When I started to gag her, she instructed me to stuff her mouth with the pair around her neck that was new and clean. As I did we both then heard her eldest daughter outside the room's door knocking and stepping into the room. "Mom?" she said with the door half open, "You descent?" we looked at each other in panic and the look of her stuffed mouth with the scared look excited me but I knew we couldn't let her daughter see us. Marilynn spat out the hose, I then started to untie her hands. the hose tied legs, quickly went under the beds blankets and I jumped into the bathroom to hide, praying that I wasn't seen. Aunt Marilynn then called to her daughter and told her to enter. I sat in the bathroom and listened to them discuss gossip about the other family. Then Jennifer whispered, "What's with all the pantyhose everywhere?" Aunt covered with, "Shouldn't I be asking you that same question? I came back to this room and they were everywhere. If you are going to borrow…" then there was silence. "Really mom?" then I couldn't hear what they were whispering for a bit and then Jen said, "Ok I'm going to bed. Goodnight mom." I then listened for Aunt Marilynn's return but was shocked to hear the door close in the apartment. I stepped out and came around the corner to see Aunt Marilyn completely covered head and foot encased in hose. Under the head casing she was wrapped gag with stuffing. I could see panic in her eyes under the tan casing as she mmmmfffed to me. Her hands were again behind her back, her legs still tied blankets removed exposing their stunning hose tied silkiness. I was so turned on by her helplessness and sexuality that I didn't even turn to look at Jen coming back into the room. "I knew it." Jen said seeing me. "Mom's told us that she's fantasized about being tied up and gagged and that you seemed to be the only guy she thought might be turned on by the idea." Marilynn mmmfffed sounded of embarrassment. Jen patted me on the back, "Have fun with her. But don't forget she's your Aunt." Then left us in the room together. I removed the hose that hooded her and then the gag. She breathed in trying to catch her breath. "Oh my god." she smiled to me."Jen figured it out and pulled off the blankets to see my tied legs. Before I could explain she had stuffed my mouth." I then regagged her tying a pair that stretched from encasing her and wrapped it over her mouth. She leaned into it and moaned in approval. I wrapped the whole pair around her head and mouth and tied the legs at the back of her head. She turned to the hotel mirror and looked at herself and started to struggle for her own sake. I put my hand into her midsection and she started to hump my fingers and moan louder. She humping and gyrating felt wet and although she had panties under her hose, I felt my fingers enter her. She kept looking at herself and me on her in the reflection and then quickly climax. I removed her gag and she asked me for a kiss. I then laid with her as she slowly struggled to escape. Once her hands were free she then pulled me close and started to hump me again with her tied body. I told her that this was the most thought about fantasy ever since I saw that poster. She nodded and said she knew how I felt and often would look at the poster wishing that someone would tie her up again. I finally untied her after I felt up her body and she helped me ejaculate. Before leaving her I took a few pairs of her hose, I am sure she knows that. We have sworn to secrecy for our sake and our families. I have told her that if she ever wanted to react the situation again I would always be willing to help her out. She didn't or hasn't asked me again to help her out, but the Christmas season is coming and she and I will be at the same house this holiday season. If the time permits, there will be another tying. |
| Name: | Doug |
| Comments: | I agree B G Any guy who ends up with her is a very lucky fellow. She is an exceptional woman. |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Doug, that was awesome! Thanks for sharing. You are a lucky guy to have an experience like that. (It is too bad, though, that she didn't want to continue after that night.) |
| Name: | Doug |
| Comments: | When I was in high school I ran around with a couple of brothers. Their dad owned his own business, was bucks up, and they lived in a big house in an upscale neighborhood. Their dad and mom were going through a divorce, and their dad had moved out leaving them and their younger brother in the house with their mom. Our senior year that house became party central. No booze, their mom wouldn't put up with that, but it was stiil a great place to hang out. They had a game room and a year round pool. Their mom and dad had married right out of high school and she was 20 years older than us. She was pretty cute, kind of hippieish, always wearing jeans or jean cutoffs and a tiedye T shirt or tank top or a sundress with sandals, flip flops, or barefoot and great big hoop earrings that were big enough she could put her hand through them. She was short and petite, just a little taller than 5 feet and probably weighed around 110 pounds. She had dark brown hair cut in a shag haircut, a very pretty face with bright green eyes, wore no make up, big boobs (Cs or Ds) and an exceptionally nice tiny little ass that always filled out what she was wearing quite well. And she was a really nice person. I have to admit there were many times I thought how great it would be to hop in the sack with her. But I never said a word, after all she was my friends mom.
After we graduated, we all moved 35 miles away to go to the university. After college we went our separate ways, me getting a sales job with a large national corporation that led me to move all over the country. I lost touch with all my early friends and through the years had time to have a few relationships but nothing that led to marriage. But during those relationships I discovered that I liked to tie up women and quite a few enjoyed being tied. All was good. So late one night about a year and a half ago I was on the east coast finishing up a position and I was on Facebook. I got a friend request and the name was one from my past. I wasn't sure but I thought it was my high school buds mom. I accepted the request and got into her profile. Man! I was pretty sure it was her, but wow had she changed. All her profile info matched, but when I clicked into her profile picture album there were about 50 photos of this very lovely woman that looked to be my age. There were several photos that looked to be professionally done and they were all outdoor photos of this very sexy woman with beautiful long dark brown hair down to around the middle of her back dressed in different pairs of knee high boots, very short skirts and many different boob revealing and enhancing tops. I couldn't believe my eyes. I was positive this was the woman I had dreamed about 15 years ago and she was right here in front of me just as sexy as all get out. I hit chat and asked her if she was the boys mother. She came back and said yes she was. Holy crap. This woman was in her 50s and she put a lot of twentysomethings to shame. I chatted with her a bit then finally got around to the photos. She had captions on all of them saying where and when they were taken and some were very recent. There was one exceptional photo of her in front of trees with fall colored leaves wearing boots, an extremely short skirt, and a skin tight top. This photo was captioned as being taken 3 months earlier and I asked her about it. She said yes it was her. I commented how hot she was and she thanked me and told me she was signing off for the night. I told her good night and spent the next hour going through and hitting like and commenting on her photos. As luck would have it, about 10 months later I got a job offer from another large national company for a sales job in a town 15 miles from my home town. Regional sales no more country wide travel. I considered being back closer to my mom and family and took the job. I settled in and started hitting up old friends. Several were still in the area. Then one evening I was on Facebook again and the brother's mom was on. I started up a chat with her, one thing lead to another and before I signed off I had made a time to meet her one afternoon for lunch. As the day got closer I got more excited about seeing her. I don't know, there was just something about her. I had set up to meet her at a popular local resturant. Nothing fancy but good food. I was waiting for her and when she arrived she took my breath away. As I watched her walk up I had a new found appreciation of her beauty. Right off the get go though, she seemed like she was a lot taller than I remembered. She was wearing a nice tight pair of designer jeans with shiny beading on the back pockets that perfectly highlighted that still delicious ass of hers and a button up long sleeve western style shirt that had the top buttons undone showing her still ample boobs, and the tails pulled up and tied in front showing off a few inches of her midrift and belly button. Her hair was curled, she had done a great job on the make up on her eyes and lips, and there were those great big hoop earrings with a matching small hoop in her belly button. I laughed when she hugged me and I flipped her earrings and told her I remembered those. She laughed too and I had a feeling this was going to be a great lunch. As I walked her to the table she was taller, but as I found out when she sat down she was wearing boots with a 5 inch heel. As we had lunch and talked I studied her. She was wearing glasses and she had faint crows feet on the corner of her eyes, but if you didn't know you wouldn't think she was past her mid thirties. She was wearing eye make up which I'd never seen on her before, but it was an accent not a cover up. And that glossy lipstick she was wearing really defined her lips making them look full and pouty and invited you to kiss them in a way that was totally different than I remembered. She not only looked young, she acted young. Her body was still slim and you could tell she was active. Awful damn pretty for her age was all I could think. Well no, not all, the old thoughts of taking her to bed were there along with an idea of how good she'd look tied up. We talked and caught up on things that had happened and I knew from her status on Facebook she was in a relationship, but she didn't mention him. Not until we were winding down and getting ready to leave did she tell me she was actually single and had been for awhile. She didn't go into detail but she did tell me she was starting to date again. So now my mind was in a whirl. Was she telling me this as a friend or did she want more. Should I ask her out and look like a fool when she refused or wonder from then on if she'd date me. As I walked her to her car, I decided I should try. I asked her about the sexy photos of her on Facebook and did she really dress like that and go out. She smiled and blushed a bit and said, yes, quite often. Now or never. I asked her if she'd consider going dancing with me on Saturday night. She hesitated, and I figured no, but then she nodded her head and said yes. Great! Where did she want me to pick her up. No, she shook her head, tell her where and she'd meet me there at 8:00. I told her the club I wanted to go to, she said she knew it, and gave me a hug and a quick kiss and said she'd see me Saturday and was gone. And I just stood there like a dork and watched her drive away. So when the realization finally hit me, I couldn't believe my luck. After all these years I might have a chance with this little hottie. The rest of the week just drug by, the anticipation of Saturday night killing me. I'd never felt like this before a first date and couldn't understand why this time. I was at the club by 7:30, got a table and waited for her to arrive. What if she didn't come. No, she'd come. By 8:00 I'd worked myself up pretty good wondering if she'd come. Then there was a slight rukus by the front door and in she walked. My God! My jaw dropped and I was frozen to make a move towards her. She saw me, waved and started over to me. And me and a bunch of other guys just stared at her. She had on a pair of very shiny black 5 inch spike heeled knee high boots that snugly hugged her calves and accented her very shapely legs. A very short, very tight, very shiny black front lace up mini skirt that fit like a second skin and really showed off that delightful ass of hers and showed a mile of those very sexy legs. And a skin tight, extremely low cut, very shiny and shimmery silver shortie top. That top was so tiny and tight it barely contained and dramaticly enhanced those wonderfully large boobs of hers and showed off a tanned and very slim midrift. Beautfully done hair, no glasses and very sultry eye make up, super glossy silvery lipstick and her huge hoop earrings with matching belly button ring. I stood up and she smiled at me. Something like this, is that what you wanted, she asked me. I nodded my head, speechless. I stood there and admired her and finally found my voice. My God you're so unbelieveably hot, I told her. She smiled and said, thank you, not bad for an old broad huh? then laughed, and sat down in that super short skirt. The ease with which she sat down in that tiny little skirt told me she did indeed dress and go out like this often. She seemed completely relaxed and not at all apprehensive, unlike me. I knew somehow I just had to get her tied up in that outfit come Hell or high water. This was an opportunity I couldn't let pass me up. But how to do it. I figured I buy her a lot of drinks hoping to get her tipsy and get her to come home with me. I ordered us some drinks and then got right to the business at hand. I got her up dancing as often as I could just to watch her walk. And man what a walk. She walked perfectly in those super high heels and every step she took bounced those wonderful boobs of hers. On the dance floor those heels gave her no problem either. Man did she have all the right the moves. I forgot she was old enough to be my mother, I was completely enthralled in her. She was so unbelieveably hot and she was making me extremely horny. We kept this up for a couple of hours. I thought I was making progress but it was slow at best. We'd been having small talk all evening and she wasn't going along with my plan to get her drunk. She'd only finished one drink. I was really starting to worry this opportunity was going to slip by me. Then during a slow dance she asked me point blank, you figured out how you're gonna do it yet. That suprised me, and I knew what she meant, but I asked her anyway, what do you mean? She laughed and told me, c'mon she knew years ago that I had the hots for her. She knew that I wanted to have sex with her. Obviously I still did. She had come to meet me full well knowing what I wanted, why did I think she dressed the way she did. No, she didn't do it to tease me, she did it to stimulate me. She knew when a guy wanted her for sex, so just tell her what I wanted and she'd probably do it. WOW! So there it was. She had seen through me all this time. My mind was racing what next, what next. I asked her if she wanted to leave and she told me she was having fun, but if I wanted to it was ok with her. I was nervous as all get out as I walked her out to the parking lot. Here I had this super hot woman, and she had as much as said we were having sex, but how far could I go with her. I think she knew how nervous I was and asked if we were going to my place. Did she want to, I asked her. Yes, she replied, but she wanted to follow me in her car. Fair enough I thought. All the way there I wondered how I was going to get her tied up. Man how I wanted to. She had said ask her to do something and she probably would. But I was sure she was thinking sex, not rope. Anyway when we got to my house I asked her if she wanted to freshen up and she smiled at me and said yes. I showed her the bathroom and then beat it to get some white nylon rope and a black bandanna before she came out. I hid it between the couch and end table, and figured I'd start fooling around with her and try to slip in tieing her up. When she came from the bathroom I motioned her to the couch. She strolled across the room and settled in on the couch. I marveled at how calm she was. I went and sat next to her and she immediately kissed me. It was a long, soft kiss and her pouty lips with her freshly reapplied lipgloss tasted wonderful. I was instantly hard. There, she told me, that's what she wanted, why didn't I tell her what I wanted. She sat there smiling at me driving me crazy. C'mon, she said, anything I wanted, she was game. Was she trying to get me to chicken out or did she really mean it. I knew I could get sex, but could I get her tied up. Maybe I should just ask her. Ok just do it. Can I tie you up and tease you awhile? I asked her. I could see a brief look of surprise on her face, then she smiled a very devious smile. Tie me up? she asked. Is that all you want to do is tie me up and tease me? Well no, I stammered, and she put her finger up to my lips. You can do ANYTHING you want to to me, just don't intentionally hurt me, she said. I sat there a minute and then asked her, anything? She smiled that devious smile at me and nodded, ANYTHING, she said again. Right then I knew there was a hogtie in her very near future. I reached down and pulled out the rope and gag. She laughed and said I was planning on tieing her up already wasn't I. She said she knew I'd wanted sex, but she hadn't expected this. What if she had told me no. I shrugged my shoulders and told her I hadn't planned on asking her, I was going to try and sneak it in on her. She laughed again and said, ok she submitted, tie her up, and put her hands in front of her. I told her I wanted to gag her first if that was ok and asked her to pull up that beautiful long dark brown hair of hers. She folded her arms under her boobs, did a mock humph, laughed and then grabbed hold of her hair. She piled it on top of her head, opened her mouth real wide and I carefully got the gag in under her earrings and tied tightly behind her neck. She let go of her hair, shook her head and her hair went everywhere and framed that pretty cleeve gagged face of hers. That black gag was all the way back to the corners of her mouth, and she had those pouty, silvery lipstick covered lips of hers closed over the front of it. I took one look at her and almost orgasmed. And I still had to tie her up. I wasn't sure I was going to make it with this one. I got a piece of rope and had her turn on the couch with her back to me and pulled her arms behind her. She laughed and said behind her gag, oh behind my back, man you really do want me helpless don't you. Boy did that send a rush through my body. I was so horny I could hardly stand it. I know she had said don't hurt her, but I wanted her tied tight enough she couldn't get free. So I criss crossed her wrists and tied her, very snugly wrapping the rope in between and around her wrists in a figure 8. I knotted it on top and asked her how that was. She worked her wrists a moment and nodded her head and said, it's pretty tight but it's ok, behind her gag. So that got me wondering if she'd been tied up before. I had tied her pretty tight and figured if it was her first time she might not like it. But there didn't seem to be a problem. Ok lets see what else we can do. I criss crossed her ankles and tied them a little tighter than her wrists. When I finished she tested her ropes a moment and then sat back and got comfortable on the couch. She sat there looking at me her eyes twinkling. She lifted her tied legs a little ways off the floor and said behind her gag, you're pretty good at this. You've been tied up before? I asked her. She laughed and said coyly, un huh, couple times. I knew right then there was more to this woman than I ever would have believed. She sat up and patted the couch with her tied hands. Sit, she said. I sat next to her and she immediately repositioned and started kissing me. I'd never been kissed by a gagged woman before and she was surprisingly good. I was already as hard as a rock and with her kissing me it was throbbing so I knew if she didn't stop I'd cum. I desperately wanted to hogtie her, so I abrubtly stood up, got a piece of rope, rather roughly pushed her back on the couch and flipped her over on her stomach. As small as she was, it was very easy to manhandle her, especially with her already tied wrists and ankles. She let out a little scream and then laughed and I quickly got the rope around her wrists and proceeded to put her in a hogtie. She fought me a little bit, but it was a weak effort at best, and that little struggle helped me get her very tightly hogtied with her fingers almost touching her boot heels. I finished and stood up to look at her. She was lying there very tightly tied, all sexy and way too helpless, and I couldn't believe my luck. That white rope really stood out against her shiny black mini skirt and black boots, and looked fantastic. As I was looking at her she laughed, struggled hard a moment, and said behind her gag, help me! oh please help me! and laughed again. She rolled on her side, her eyes still twinkling, and asked me, ok now what? Well she was right, now what. Should I start teasing her like I said I was going to, or should I put more rope on her. I mean she was tied so good there was no way she could ever get free, and I really wanted to have sex with her, but this was an opportunity to really put some rope on her. I really wanted to see her with her elbows and knees tied too. As I stood there and wondered what to do next, she made my decision for me. She carefully worked her way off the couch to the floor. Then she took off struggling like crazy, rolling and bouncing all over the floor. It was amazing how much she moved around considering how tight she was hogtied. She did this for almost 10 minutes and I just stood slack jaw and watched her. I kept waiting for one of her boobs to fall out, but that top was so tight they stayed in place. Likewise with her skirt, it was so tight it didn't move up even an inch. And she was putting a huge effort into getting loose. Never in all the girls I'd tied up before had I seen this much effort to get free and they were in their 20s and 30s. It was hard to believe this woman was in her mid 50s. She finally stopped and breathing heavy with her eyes still twinkling, she said behind her gag, man I sure had her tied up good and tight. There was no way she was ever getting out of that. She laughed and asked me again, so you've really got me, so now what? Well I knew what. That little show she just put on put me over the edge. I was ready to burst and I needed to get inside her. Without a word, I undid her hogtie, rolled her over, pulled down her nylons and panties to her ankles, and quickly undressed myself. She layed on the floor watching me as I put on a condom, eyes still twinkling, and spread her knees as far apart as she could. I slid between her legs, put my hand between her legs and found she was very moist and quickly entered her. WOW! Was she ever tight. I'm just an average sized guy but man was she nice. She grabbed right ahold of me and worked her hips like crazy. Kiss me! Kiss me! She kept saying. I started kissing her and in a matter of moments I knew that feeling and it was too late. I came and was mad at myself for cuming so quick like a schoolboy having his first sexual encounter. She didn't seem to care, she was moaning and whimpering and still working me like crazy. I kept kissing her, and in a couple of minutes it was her turn. Her lips turned cold and she lay there whimpering so I knew she had a decent orgasm too. I layed on top of her for a few minutes then she asked me if I would please untie her. Duh. I guess she wasn't in the most comfortable position. After I untied her, she headed to the bathroom and I went to the other one to clean up and get dressed. I came out and sat on the couch and waited what seemed like an eternity for her to come out. When she did, she had put herself back to where you'd never know what she'd just gone through. I got a chill up my spine just looking at her. God, she was so small and cute and just way too sexy. She sat on the couch and I leaned over to kiss her, but she put her finger on my lips and stopped me. She sat there and looked at me, and her eyes were still twinkling, but I got a sinking feeling. She sighed, looked at me and shook her head. She smiled and said she had some things to tell me. After she and the boys father divorced and she was single again, she dated a lot for a few years. In those years she got a little wild and experienced a lot of new things in life. One of them was being tied up. Anyway she met a guy who was really special. She had lived with him for many years, he was her soul mate and she lost him late last year. She never again wanted a relationship, it hurt way to much loosing someone, she just wanted to date. When I had hit her up again when I moved back to the area, she knew where it was going. She had agreed to go out with me, and she knew exactly what I wanted, except being tied up was unexpected, but she had made up her mind it was for one night only. She had had a wonderful time, the foreplay was interesting at best, the sex was great and she hoped she had fulfilled my longtime fantasy. But no more after that night. To say the least I was extremely disappointed. But I had had a great time and I told her as much. And yes she was all and more than what I had dreamed about I also told her. With that she stood up and asked friends? I stood up and told her of course. She hugged me then gave me a wonderful long kiss and was gone. Man could she kiss. And that was just one thing she did that was great. How I wished we could have continued. We stiil chat on Facebook and I think about her all the time. She recently sent me an e-mail with a short note and an attachment. The note told me her soul mate had been an adept photographer and he was the one who had taken most of her Facebook photos. The attachment was several more photos of her he'd taken. I opened it up and to my surprise and delight there were four photos in the same professional quaility of her dressed up in four different outfits of boots, ultra short dresses, short skirts, and skimpy tops. And four more high quality photos of her in those four outfits that showed her gagged and obviously tied up tightly and quite well, four different ways. God, that woman is so hot! I just wish she was mine. |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | I would love to hear your story, Doug! |
| Name: | Reader |
| E-mail address: | n/a |
| Your URL: | http://none |
| Comments: | Doug, As long as she is a mother or aunt, or actually just an older woman we'd love to hear about it! The more details the better! |
| Name: | doug |
| Comments: | Is it o k if you tied up your friends mom, or do the storys have to be about tieing up your own mother? I tied up my friends mom once. |
| Name: | Curt |
| E-mail address: | curtcarpenter @comcast.net |
| Comments: | Hello there again, Jessica! You asked for suggestions as to how you can get "better" as a tied mom. I think you can hardly get better than you were in the story you shared. Hope you and your son enjoy this new aspect of your relationship for a long time! Would love to hear from you!
Curt |
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| Name: | bhashwit |
| E-mail address: | scorpianin@gmail.com |
| Comments: | hi sofia(or whoever u r)
i read ur stories and they r really fantastic.i ll just say dear that plzz why do u make sad those people who njoy ur stories for few people who dnt know how to admire bondage.so i request u to plz continue ur stories bcoz to be frank i just lov tying up and gagging gals in high heels and plaing with them and really seeing them struggling with heels on.and ya hats off to mothers like u who r just simply brave and loving to their children i hoped i had mother like u but ya my mom is gr8 too she loves me a lot.so why dnt we meet each other and play with each other what say a lovely sexy blond tied up in really high heels with a feminine dress tightly bound and gagged.so waiting 4 ur response if cant talk here mail me at scorpianin@gmail.com |
| Name: | bhashwit |
| E-mail address: | scorpianin@gmail.com |
| Comments: | hi barbara and jessica.
Nice to meet u both ur children r really lucky to hav moms like u with whom they can share their desires so plzz can i hav a chat with u both to know how do u play and share our feelings. |
| Name: | Barbara |
| E-mail address: | barbara.raha@gmail.com |
| Comments: | hi jessica...........i am a mom whose been tied up by her son....................if u want any help u can mail me....wud luv to hear from u |
| Name: | Jessica |
| E-mail address: | n/a |
| Your URL: | http://n/a |
| Comments: | Thanks you all for your support and honesty. It seems like allowing my son and friend to tie me up and gag me is a big deal. Are there any suggestions you have for me to make me better (I guess is the word I am looking for) at it? I had also talked to the mother of my friend's son again we talked about being good sports, the boy's interests, and I got to meet her daughter. I could not believe she was only 15; she dressed very sexy and was more than well developed...actually, VERY well developed. I could almost understand why my son and his friend tied her up too.
As I suspected, my son and his friend did grab me again make me their captive. This time I was taken by surprise when I got home from visiting a friend last Saturday. I thought I had the house to myself, but when I walked into the room I found out I was wrong (if I had known I would not have been singing ABBA songs at the top of my lungs!Since descriptions of clothing seem to be in all these stories, I was wearing skinny jeans, boots that came to my knees, and a fairly tight white tank top. So, on with my second kidnapping. It seems the boys were hiding on either side of my bedroom door, and as I walked into my room my son pulled my arms behind my back and held them with one arm and put his free hand over my mouth. I was startledand let out a bit of scream but it just came out as an mmmmmpph! My son began to pull me backwards when his friend grabbed my legs in a bearhug and the two lifted me off the ground; I was totally helpless in less than 2 seconds, and I knew what was coming this time! I was carried over to my bed and placed onto my stomach, where my son held his position by staddeling me and his his did the same with my legs. With his weight now pinning my legs and his hands free, he produced a roll of duct tape, bent my kness up, and began wrapping the tape around my ankles and below my knees. My son then held my wrists together, which were then welded together with more tape. My son rolled me over and his friend put a balled up bandana in my mouth as my son held it open. Several pieces of duct tape held it in place. I thought they were done, but I was wrong. Already helpless and gagged the tape was handed to my son who preceeded to wrap my arms and body together from just below my breasts to my wrists; he must have used half the roll. It felt like I was wearing a corset made of duct tape. All I knew was there was no way I was going anywhere until I was cut out of this. They even added more tape above my knees and around the top of my thighs, like it made a difference - I was stuck! The boys, especially my son, then promted me to try to escape, which I did with no luck. No matter how hard a wiggled and squirmed I was not going anywhere. My struggles left me short of breath and the mmmmmph sounds were getting louder as a result. I began to wonder what I had gotten myself into, but I have to admit, I was also having fun...I think : ) After about half an hour (which seemed like longer) they did cut me out (carefully, and I appreciated that) and I was free. I felt very light as the muscles that I had been using to no avail were suddenly free. I also noticed a bit more than half my bra was coming out the top of my shirt. Although I do walk around the house in my bra and panties when my son is home, I felt a little embarrassed to have revealed myself in front of his friend. I then got to thinking of my son's friend's sister and could imagine how she must have felt being tied up in her bikini. |
| Name: | Curt |
| Comments: | Nice going, Jessica! Suspect you and your son will appreciate the new openness! |
| Name: | KP |
| E-mail address: | mistertallandmistersmall@yahoo.co.uk |
| Your URL: | http://www.kppresents.com |
| Comments: | Bubba - at very, VERY short notice, the owner had to do something to avoid having to pay a very hefty charge for server use. As a result, he's had to restrict access to 1000 people, and has set up a blog to offer clips to others. You can find the link to that on the new access page.
As I say it, this happened at very short notice, but what he did was understandable. |
| Name: | Bubba |
| Comments: | Does anyone know what's going on with the Bondage Channel Kowasky site? |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Jessica, that is a terrific attitude. It would be great if all the moms out there were a good sport, such as yourself. Please let us know when they tie you up again! |
| Name: | Jessica |
| E-mail address: | n/a |
| Your URL: | http://n/a |
| Comments: | A few weeks ago I mentioned finding this site after my son and his friend tricked me into being tied up and gagged. I was not upset but did want to learn more about their motivation, so I did a web search and found out what was going on. I also called the mother of my son's friend. I did call the other boy's mother and told her what transpired. As it turns out she mentioned her son ties her up rather often, and sometimes my son is involved in the tie up games too. She was also taken by surprise the first time, as they used the exact same ruse the boys used to me up and gag me. She also mentioned the boys often tie up and gag her 15 year old daughter on ocassion (she learned about that when she came home one afternoon to find her daughter hogtied and gagged in her bikini). I talked about the games with my son and let me know there is nothing wrong with him and as long as things remain simple he can tie me up again. Judging by the smile on my son's face I have a feeling it will not be too long before I find myself in that situation again. At least this time I will be more mentally prepared as last time I had no idea why they were doing it or what they had planned. I guess they just like the role reversal and get a kick out of seeing an adult struggle. |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Jay, that is a terrific idea! I hope your mom is willing to be a part of that great scenario. Let us know what transpired, please.I hope you either get great suggestions from this forum or your friendsand yourself devise the perfect setup. |
| Name: | jay |
| E-mail address: | jaytyler44@ymail.com |
| Comments: | My friends are having a haunted house tonight and really want my mom to be part of it, they want her to be tied up and gagged on display and act like she is the prisoner of a serial kller, What should i do? Email me with your suggestions if you want |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | http://wayback.archive.org/web/*/http://books.dreambook.com/chien20/motherbondage.html.............(another Wayback Machine link) |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Thanks, Bubba. Those are a lot of good links. Keep up the great stories, ladies and gentlemen! |
| Name: | Bubba |
| Comments: | I thought someone might find this useful...
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| Name: | KP |
| E-mail address: | mistertallandmistersmall@yahoo.co.uk |
| Your URL: | http://www.kppresents.com |
| Comments: | Tom - check your e-mails. |
| Name: | tom |
| E-mail address: | tom.king18@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | the is above is my mail id |
| Name: | tom |
| Comments: | just wanted to know if k.p is interested in writing me a story.... |
| Name: | Me |
| E-mail address: | n/a |
| Comments: | 1) I see KP is still writing under the name "Mikey"
2) Warrrrmachine, could you please remove the Lincoln shitting story? Please! 3) While you're cleaning house, you could remove this post and all the previous bickering posts. Thanks! |
| Name: | KP |
| Comments: | Cassiday - try this link
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| Name: | Cassidy |
| Comments: | Are there any archives of the "Grandma tied again" stories? |
| Name: | Mikey |
| Comments: | After I had tied up Mum next to Katie, and then release both of them, Mum went off to cook tea. She had left the bags she had brought back in the hallway, but as she had asked me not to look into them, so I didn’t. That didn’t mean I wasn’t curious about what she had bought, and I kept looking at them as I walked in and out of the living room, but Mum kept catching me looking and warning me off.
By the time it got to about eight o’clock that night, my curiosity was getting the better of me. As we sat at the table, I finally said “When are you going to tell me what you bought, mum?” She put her knife down, looked at me and Katie, and then said “I bought some new nightclothes for myself and for Katie, since you asked, but I also got a few things for you. Would you like to see them?” “New pyjamas?” Katie said with a pout. “What’s so exciting about them?” “You’ll find out in a minute,” Mum said with a smile, “They’re a bit more adult. Finish your tea and go into the living room - I’ll bring them in.” We wolfed down the rest of our food and went into the living room, watching Mum as she carried the bag in. Handing one to each of us, she sat with the third one and said “Let me show you what I got for myself first.” She opened the bag and pulled out a long green silk nightdress, with short sleeves and a square yoke shape around the neck, and stood up to hold it next to herself. “What do you think?" she said as she looked at the two of us, “Think it suits me?” “Bit old for you, isn’t it mum?” “Well, maybe I need a bit more at night-time now. What do you think of yours?” Katie opened her bag, and pulled out a pair of Chinese style pyjamas in dark blue. The top was short sleeved and had a Chinese motif embroidered on the front, while the bottoms seemed to go to just above her ankle. “They’re beautiful mum,” she said as she looked at them. “Can I try them on?” “In a minute – Mikey, look in your bag?” I opened it, looked in, and then looked back at mum. “Thanks Mum,” I said, as Katie looked over at me. “Not going to show us?” she asked with a smile. “Not yet he isn’t” Mum said. “There’s nothing on the telly tonight, and I wondered if we could play another game together.” Katie looked at mum, then at me, before rolling her eyes. “Oh great,” she said, “What did you have in mind?” “You and I are going to get changed,” Mum said as she stood up. “Mikey – you have half an hour. We will be down here.” As Mum and Katie stood up and walked out of the room, I waited a moment and then headed for the kitchen. Picking up a pair of heavy kitchen scissors, I tore open the first of the two large packets in the room and started to cut the contents into lengths. I stood outside the living room door, listening to Mum and Katie talking to each other, and taking slow deep breaths. Eventually, I pulled the woollen scarf I had around my neck up over my mouth and ran into the living room, pointing my water pistol at the two of them. “Don’t move, either of you,” I said as they looked at me. “Who are you,” my mother said as she sat forward, the skirt of her nightdress falling over her knees, while Katie put her hands to her mouth. “All I want is your jewellery,” I said as I moved the gun between Mum and Katie. “Now, both of you, kneel down in front of that couch your daughter is sitting on." Katie slipped off the couch and turned herself round, the legs of her pyjamas riding up slightly, while Mum stood up and went to kneel next to her. “Please, just take what you want and leave us alone,” Katie said, but I could see a smile on her face as she said it. “I need to keep you two out of the way first,” I said as I put the plastic bag on the floor. “Lean forward, both of you, and put your hands behind your head. Don’t move unless I tell you.” “All right,” Mum said as she leaned down and put her hands behind her head, Katie following suit. I reached into the bag and pulled out one the lengths of the soft white rope that I had cut free. I had already tied a loop in the end of the length, with a slip knot, so when I went behind Katie and said “Give me your left hand,” it only took a minute to slip the knot over her wrists and pull it tight. “That feels different,” she said as I passed the rope around her other wrist, tying the two of them together as if they were encased in a pair of handcuffs, not held tightly together but with the rope wrapped between them. Mum turned and said to her “I found a hardware store in the Grainger market that sold this rope – it’s a lot softer, and still holds strong.” As she said this, I secured her wrists together with a second pre-prepared length of rope. Standing back, I felt a strange feeling seeing them both leaning forward with their wrist secured. Shaking to off, I said “Don’t move,” as I took out two more lengths of rope, using them to secure their ankles snugly together, side by side. Taking Katie by the arm first, I helped her to move round and sit down on the rug in front of the fire, with her back to Mum. She watched, looking at her feet as I took a second length of rope and tied her legs together just below her knees, keeping the rope over the fabric of her pyjamas as I did so and passing the rope between her legs to cinch the coils. “Sit still,” I said as I went and helped mum to sit down before shuffling over to sit with her back against Katie’s. “Please don’t hurt us,” she said in a tone of mock horror, but when I folded back the hem of her nightdress to tie her legs together she stopped and looked at me with her eyes raised. “I need to tie your legs like Katie’s,” I said, “and I don’t want to ruin your nightdress.” “So my pyjamas are fair game,” Katie said as she looked over her shoulder. “They’ll survive and wash out.” Mum said, before turning back to me and said “Please, just get it over with.” I tied her legs together, and folded the skirt back so that the material fell over her knees and covered the rope up. “Why don’t you hold each other’s hands,” I said as I took a long length of rope, and started to wrap to around their waists. Mum watched as I pulled the two of them together, passing the rope around several times before tying the ends off at their side. As I went back to the bag, Mum whispered “Be very careful with what you do next.” I knew what she meant, but I had no wish to touch either Mum’s or Katie’s breasts. Instead, I took out two shorter lengths of rope and used them to tie their arms to each other, just above their elbows, before standing up and looking at them. “Comfy,” I said as I looked at them. Katie tried to wriggle round slightly, but with a smile as she brushed up against Mum. For her part, Mum looked at me and smiled. She knew what was coming next, but wanted to surprise Katie. “I’m going to scream for help,” she said as Katie stopped, so I took the cue. “No you’re not,” I said as I took out two things from the bag and stood in front of Mum. Katie said “What’s happening, Mum”, but all she got was a muffled reply as I silenced my own mother. Walking round, I held something up and Katie saw what I had done. “Is it clean,” she said as she looked at the sponge ball in my mouth. “Brand new,” I said as Katie opened her mouth and allowed me to push the sponge behind her teeth. As she closed her mouth, her eyes widened as she saw the roll of white medical tape in my hand. “Ah ah,” I said as I tore a strip off and stuck it over her lips, sealing them in as I could see them under the white band. There were two more things in my bag – two large silk squares in dark blue that Mum had bought in a charity shop. Folding each into a band, I blindfolded both Katie and Mum, before sitting back and watching what they were going to do next. The two of them sat still, and I wondered what they were going to do, until I realised they were waiting to see if I had left the room. Standing up, I walked round and shut the door, staying on the room side of it and watching. Katie started to try and wriggle round, moving her legs up and down in an attempt to get them free, while Mum leaned forward and tried to work the tape off her mouth without much success. Eventually she turned her head and said “Ktecnurchmhnds.” Katie stopped moving and leaned back, turning her head and saying “sthtthm” as I watched her arms moving slightly. “Ysss,” Mum said, so I padded silently over to watch them as Katie tried to unravel the ropes around our mum’s wrists. It took half an hour, but eventually she managed somehow to untie Mum’s wrists, as I saw her shaking her forearms between them. “Thttckls” Katie said with a laugh, and I had to clamp my hand over my mouth to stop me laughing as Mum tried to tickle Katie’s sides. Eventually, she stopped and I saw her left hand appearing next to the rope around her right and Katie’s left arm, probing to see if she could find the knot that held the rope around their arms. I was fascinated at the way her fingers worked, eventually making the rope fall down onto the floor. Mum lifted her hand up and pulled the scarf down from her eyes, noticing me sitting there as she did so. Silently nodding, she turned the other way and used her right hand to free their other arms from each other. Once both her hands were free, she said “brfn,” as she moved the rope around their waists and brought the knot round to in front of her. I saw the clock said nine thirty as Mum pulled the rope off, turned round onto her knees and started to untie Katie’s wrists. As she removed her blindfold, Mum sat back down and leaned forward to remove the ropes around her own legs, Katie following suit. Finally, they pulled the tape away from their mouths and took the now soaking balls out of their mouths. “I enjoyed that,” Katie said as I gathered up the ropes. “I tell you what would be fun, though?” “What,” Mum said as she looked up. “Mikey getting the treatment,” she said as she looked at me. I looked back at them, wondering what she had in mind. It wasn’t long before I found out. |
| Name: | SILENCER. |
| Comments: | Mom stopped over for our weekly tie up game. Her husband won't tie her and she knows I will. We did a "kidnap" game this time. I had mom dress in a pair of short shorts and a tank top. She walked down the hallway. I opened the door, put my hand over her mouth and dragged her into my apartment. Mom screamed beautifully under my hand. I handcuffed her wrists together behind her back with my free hand and sat her down in the kitchen chair. I really like covering my mom's mouth. I think I like it even more than tying her up. I have to be careful not to put a mark on her cheek. One time, I got carried away and mom had a mark on her face that caused her some embarassment. |
| Name: | bubba |
| Comments: | Does anyone have a link to the achived Grandma Tied stories? |
| Name: | rickie jay taylor |
| E-mail address: | rickiejtaylor@gmail.com |
| Comments: | I thank all of the story in your dreambook: Mother Tied Up.is there more story on this.Thank you rickie taylor. |
| Name: | ash |
| E-mail address: | nike_ash4u@yahoo.co.in |
| Name: | rickie taylor |
| E-mail address: | rickiejtaylor.@gmail.com |
| Comments: | your story is very good. thank you rickie taylor |
| Name: | Curt |
| Comments: | Hi Jessica! Great story! I admire your son's courage! Whether you have talked to him and his friend's mom or not, you might continue the conversation by telling your boy that if he wants to tie you up it'll be much better if he just asks, that you will probably let him if curcumstances allow. Let's not leave him feeling that he has done something wrong. If you have talked to him and the other mom, let us know how those conversations went. Many thanks! |
| Name: | Derek |
| E-mail address: | terrence52@live.ca |
| Comments: | well i wish i had one of there moms to tie me up i really like that. even ducktape to . my e-mail is terrence52@live.ca i really hope to hear back thanks. |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Very good, Mikey. |
| Name: | Bound-Black-Girl Lover |
| Comments: | Love the fact that Katey was s-o-o WILLING to be bound-and-gagged!
Hope you have MORE stories with her! |
| Name: | Mikey |
| Comments: | In the weeks after Katie had surprised me and mum in the middle of a game, I managed to have fun with both mum and Katie, but not at the same time. It always seemed to work out that when one of them was free, the other was either too busy or out for a while. As a result, it wasn’t until towards the end of the year before the chance came for both of them to play with me at the same time, but the chance eventually came towards the end of November.
It was a Sunday morning, and Mum had arranged to go and meet some friends to do a bit of shopping leaving me and Katie alone in the house. We had some homework to get on with, so by the time we had finished it and had something to eat it was about three in the afternoon. Katie had been shopping the previous day, and bought a new pair of leather boots. They were white pull-ons that came to just below her knees, with leather tassels that wrapped around the top of the boot and went down the back of the leg. As I was sitting down to watch a film, she left the room for a moment and came back with them in her hands. “Mikey,” she said as she sat down, “I’ve got a challenge for you.” “Oh yeah,” I said as I looked over at her, “and what is it?” Katie was wearing a black v-necked sweater over a white t-shirt, and dark blue joggers which she pulled the boots over the lower legs of. She sat back, looked at me and said “The games we play- I’ve always been bare footed, right?” “Well, you’ve worn socks, but that’s fine. Why?” “Well, I don’t think you can tie me up while I’m wearing these so that I can't get away. Want to try?” I sat forward and looked at Katie. “I bet I could,” I said with a smirk, “but I need to know you’d let me do it the right way.” I had been watching a film the previous week that had given me an idea of how to do it, but Katie hadn’t – a surprise she might not like. “All right,” she said as she turned her back to me, “Get your bag and do your worst.” I literally jumped over the couch and ran to get my bag, smiling as I came in and set it on the floor. I had bought a few weeks below a load of white nylon rope, which I had cut into various lengths. Taking one, I sat behind Katie and tied her wrist together, palm to palm, making sure I passed the rope between her arms as well to tighten the loops. I then passed the ends around her waist and tied them together in front of her, pulling her arms against her back and holding them in place. “Comfy,” I said with a smile, and Katie returned the favour as I knelt in front of her. Pushing her legs together, I passed another length of rope around her legs, pulling the leather around her ankles as the cords tightened and held them together. It took a few minutes for me to secure them together, after which I went over to close the curtains and turn the lights on. “Still think you can get out of those boots,” I said as I watched Katie try to wriggle her legs around. “Why, what else are you going to do,” she said as she looked up at me, only to see a large headscarf rolled into a band and held between my hands, a knot tied in the middle. “Wait and see,” I said as Katie opened her mouth and let me pull the knot between her teeth, tying the ends together under her blonde hair. Using another length of rope, I tied her legs together, just below her knees and above the cuffs of the boots, but I didn’t pass the rope between her legs this time. She looked at me and mumbled, “Wy?” “For this reason,” I said, “Lie down and roll onto your stomach.” I helped her to do this, and then took yet another length of rope which I passed around her ankles, pulling her legs back slightly and securing the other ends around her wrists. She let out a muffled gasp as she did so, but when I said “Does it hurt?” she just shook her head as she rolled over onto her side. I had not tightened it too much, but had tied the knots out of the way of her probing fingers. “Now do you think you can get out of the ropes?” I said with a smirk, before turning to leave the room. The last thing I had expected to see was my mother standing there, looking at me and at Katie with a slightly tilted head and a selection of bags in her hands. She was wearing a long tan raincoat, a green and blue swirl patterned scarf around her neck and tucked into the collar. Slowly, she put her bags down, before saying “What have you done to my daughter?” I could see her smiling as she said this, so I tried to deepen my voice and said “Nothing – so long as you do as you’re told.” “Well, I need to go to the toilet, so hold that thought,” she said as she turned. “I’ll be right back. I stood there, looking at Katie as she went upstairs, returning a few minutes later with her coat still on. “Please,” she said as she looked at me and slowly raised her hands, “Don’t hurt her, I’ll do whatever you say.” “Take that scarf off,” I said as I looked at her, “And gag yourself with it.” My mum nodded as she slipped the scarf off, shook it out and rolled it into a thick band, which she pulled between her own teeth, tying the ends together behind her neck. “Now take your coat off,” I said, “and turn round.” She removed her raincoat, revealing a short sleeved denim dress which she was wearing over a brown mohair sweater, and a pair of brown cowboy boots. I ordered her to turn round, before crossing her wrists behind her back and tying them quickly together, keeping the knot away from her fingers. Taking her by the arm, I walked her to an armchair and helped her to sit down. “Ulrtkte,” she mumbled as I pulled her boots off, revealing a pair of bright blue socks, and started to tie her ankles together. Mum simply nodded and mumbled "Plsstp" as I considered my next move – I had not had a problem with tying Katie more strictly, but with mum it was a different matter. As she had sat down, the skirt of her dress had ridden up slightly, revealing her knees. Eventually I swallowed and started to tie her legs together above her knees, passing the ropes between her legs as I did so. Mum raised her eyes slightly as she watched, but I kept going, tying the ends together under her legs before standing up. “Have a nice time, ladies,” I said as I left the room, watching from the doorway as both mum and Katie started to wriggle round and get them free. Eventually, mum started to slip off the chair, in such a way that she managed to get her knees on the ground first. I watched, fascinated, as she shuffled across the floor to Katie and then turned round. Before she did so, she glanced at me and nodded for me to come and sit down. As I took a seat, I watched as she turned round and Katie shuffled forward so that Mum could slide her fingers under the scarf in Katie’s mouth. She wriggled round, pulling slightly until she managed to get the scarf out and down Katie’s neck. “I’m so going to get you for this,” she said, but her attention was then taken by mum looking down. Slowly, Katie picked at the knot on top of her wrists with her teeth, teasing to out until mum was able to shake her wrist free and remove her own gag. “For that, Mikey,” she said as she rubbed her wrists, “You get to cook tea – and no peeking in those bags.” “What’s in them?” I said as she helped Katie to roll over and started to untie her. “I’ll show you later,” she said with a smile. That, however, is a tale for another day. |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Awesome story, Jessica! I would love to hear how the talk with the other mom went. Please let us know. |
| Name: | Jessica |
| E-mail address: | n/a |
| Comments: | I did an internet search to try to figure out what happened to me today, and I ran across this site.
I got home from the gym (I was wearing a unitard and leggings) and was cleaning up around the house when my 13 year old son and his friend walked in wearing make-shift police uniforms. I thought they looked adorable...if I only knew what they had in mind! They pointed their fingers at me like guns and said, Okay lady, you're under arrest! Put your hands behind your back, you're coming to the station with us!" I thought it was cute and played along by putting my hands behind my back while pleading innocent to whatever crime I committed. I heard some clanking as each boy grabbed a wrist with one and locked the cuffs with the other. I figured they must be some type of play handcuffs with a safety release, which I searched for as they walked me to "the station." I could not find a release button. They sat me down in a kitchen chair with my arms over the back of the low-back chair to interogate me. Shortly after I was seated my son's friend held the chain of the cuffs as my son started wrapping rope around my torso, arms, and the chair back, and rather tightly too! It was like he was in a rodeo and had me secured in no time flat. As I begin to inquire about his interogation tactic he clamped his hand over my mouth and his friend approached with a wadded bandana. I shook my in protest, but they eventually worked the cloth into my mouth and placed a hand back over my lips. A folded bandana was then used to hold the first bandana in place. At this point each boy grabbed a piece of rope and secured my ankles to the outside of the chair legs. At this point they returned to character and said, we got you know, this will give you some time to think about your crimes! I wanted this game to end so I began looking for a weak spot in the tying and still searched for a release mechanism on the cuffs. I started to get angry, but my protest were reduced to muffled mmmmmphhhs because of the gag. My ordeal was far from over. After about a half hour they untied my legs and body from the chair, but they left the cuffs and gag in place. They started to walk me to the living room, once there they carefully tackled me to my front and one sat on my legs while the other tied my legs together at the knees and ankles. I then felt my arms being pulled closer at the elbows, where they were then tied just a few inches apart. The handcuffs were removed and I thought this was my chance, the elbow rope help tight. My wrists were re-tied and then tied to my ankles, I was hogties with precious more than 6 inches of tether between wrists and ankles. I could feel the gag starting to slip off and felt a chance to chew them out was coming, but they pulled the cloth from over my lips and again replaced that with a hand. My son tore some pieces of duct tape and used them to hold the packing in place. I was very angry by this point and was trying to break free with all I had. I had also never experienced anything like this before and was worried that my son and his friend went crazy. I didn't know what they were going to do to me. I struggled and mmmmpppphed for about another half-hour before they asked if they could have some lunch. I was shocked! They acted like it was no big deal! Here I am; kidnapped, bound and gagged by my teenage son and his friend and they want a snack?!?! They untied me but remained quiet about the incident. After lunch my son went to his friends to play, and I immediately did a web search for tying up your mother (found this site) and a few others. I learned there is a fetish know as bondage and damsel-in-distress. Well I'll be....my teenage son has a bondage fetish. I will be calling the other boy's mother when I am done here, and plan on having a long, stern talk with my son. I did read some of the stories on this site and see it is not an illness. In fact, if my son had asked, I would probably have allowed him to tie me up without having to trick me. I feel like the mother in the story written by Curious Son...If interested, I will post how the talks with the other mom and my son go. |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Great story, Mikey! I hope you tell us the other stories, as well. |
| Name: | Mikey |
| Comments: | @Bound-Black-Girl Lover - Nah, I meant under her blouse. Fashion in the UK in the late seventies/early eighties included wearing blouses over jumpers... |
| Name: | Bound-Black-Girl Lover |
| Comments: | Mikey:
Great story of you binding and gagging your blonde sister (but) I THINK you meant-to-say that her white blouse (my FAVOURITE!) was "UNDER" her sweater--a SMALL point! |
| Name: | Mikey |
| Comments: | After that first time, I played some more games with my mum, always when Katie was out somewhere. It was always very simple – tying her hands and feet and gagging her with something, and then watching her struggling. She wore different outfits for these games, usually whatever she had on at the time, but it was always fun.
It got to be even more fun when Katie joined us, which happened after a year or so of mum and me playing. It was a Saturday morning, and I had been watching Tiswas on the television when mum came back in with the shopping. Katie had left early that morning, saying she was going to meet some friends of hers at the shopping centre, so I thought she was going to be out all day. “Can you give me a hand with the bags, Mikey,” I heard my mother calling out, so I switched off the television and went out to the front where Mum had parked the car. She was wearing a light blue tracksuit and a pair of white sneakers as she carried two carrier bags into the house. I grabbed the others and took them through to the kitchen, putting them on the table as she filled the kettle. “Can you lock the car,” she said as she tossed me the keys, “and then give me a hand with the shopping. I’ll sort some lunch out after that.” “Sure, mum,” I said, “If we can play a game after lunch.” That was our codeword, so she looked at me and said “All right, so long as we have finished before Katie gets back.” I smiled as I went to lock the car up. We sat down and had a sandwich and some crisps, while my mum had a coffee and I had a glass of Irn Bru. Eventually she stood up and said “Let me go to the toilet while you get ready.” By that time I had accumulated a small collection of ropes, cloths and scarves, so I went to my room and grabbed the bag, making my way down to the main room and hiding behind the couch. Eventually my mum came in, picked up a copy of the TV Times and sat down, flipping through the pages as if it was the most normal thing in the world. I stood up, clamped my hand over her mouth from behind and said in a deep voice “All right lady, just do as you’re told and you’ll be all right.” I pointed a water pistol to her head, and she mumbled as she slowly raised her hands. “Are you going to keep quiet,” I said, and I felt my mum nodding under my hand. “All right – lie face down and put your hands behind your back.” “Please, don’t hurt me,” mum said as she lay down and I walked round, “I’ll do whatever you want.” “Just do as you’re told,” I said as I placed her hands on her back, crossed over, and used a length of white rope to tie them together, passing the rope round in a figure of eight and keeping it over the cuffs of her track suit top. I heard her sigh as I went to her feet and tied them together, the cuffs of her pants flaring out over the rope. “Please, don’t do this to me,” she said in a sacred voice as I stood up. “Roll over and put your knees up,” I said, and as she did so I could see the smile on her face. Tying her legs together above her knees, I helped her to roll over onto her side and move up so that her head was resting on the armrest. “Where’s your jewellery?” I said as I pointed the water pistol at her head. “It’s upstairs – please don’t hurt me,” she said as she watched me put the toy down and pick up one of her old silk scarves. “You don’t have to gag me.” “Sorry lady – I can’t take the risk of you shouting out,” I said as I pulled the cloth between her lips, tying the ends together under her hair as she held her head up. “Now, don’t move while I go and steal your stuff.” “Plsdnt,” she started to say, when I saw her eyes widen. Turning round, I saw Katie standing there, in the outfit she had gone out in – a white blouse over a striped roll necked sweater, jeans and tennis shoes. She was looking at both of us, her eyes wide, and I just gulped. “Errr...” I stammered as I watched her standing there. She looked from me, to mum, and then back to me as she let her handbag drop to the floor. I genuinely had no idea what was going to happen next, but to my surprise she started to raise her hands, saying “Please, don’t hurt my mum” as she did so. I should say that Katie was like a younger version of my mum, with long blonde hair and blue eyes, but as she stood there I really did not know what to do next. Eventually, I picked up the toy gun and pointed it at her, saying “Get over here and stand in front of your mother, little girl.” As she passed me, she whispered “I had a feeling you were into this,” before saying out loud “Just leave us alone please – I won’t tell anyone.” “Sorry, little one, but I can’t take that chance. Put your hands behind your back and stand still.” As she did so, and I wrapped another length of rope around her wrists, I could not believe my luck. Instead of been royally busted, my twin sister was playing along. I tied the rope between her wrists, cinching the coils around them, before making her kneel down in front of my mum. I heard her say “You could have owned up you know,” and saw my mum rolling her eyes as I pulled the curtains closed. Kneeling down behind her, I tied her ankles together, side by side, before taking another old scarf out of my bag. “Open up,” I said as I pulled the rolled up black and white square between her lips, watching her close her mouth round them as I tied the ends together over her hair. “Right,” I said as I picked up my bag, “I’m going to get your stuff now. Don’t move.” Walking out of the room, I turned and watched as Katie and my mum started gag talking to each other, mmphign along as Katie got down from her knees and sat in front of mum with her legs off to one side. They didn’t make any attempt to free each other, just sitting and lying there as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Eventually, I came in and said in my normal voice “Mum, Katie, I’m – what happened?” I ran over and untied the scarf from mum’s neck, removing it as she said “Mikey, thank God you’re home – this man broke in and tied us up, before taking our money.” I was nervous as I untied Katie’s gag, but she said “My hero – call the police and then come back and untie us.” I really could not believe my luck – both my mum and my sis had let me tie them up and gag them! A little while later, as mum brought in our tea, we sat and talked about what had happened. Turned out Katie had suspected something for a while, and had wondered why we hadn’t asked her to join in. Now that ice had been broken, I could see some fun times ahead... |
| Name: | bigchief |
| Comments: | Hi
Enjoy all the stories and wonder if there are any with a cowboy and indian theme. either from the captured mother /aunt etc point of view or from the bad guys!. |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Thanks, Silencer. Way to get the ball rolling, again! |
| Name: | SILENCER. |
| Comments: | I tied my mom's legs together with about 20 feet of rope. I used a bunch of knots while I was doing so. When I was finished, I had her try to get her legs free. She couldn't. Tied legs - check. Next, I put her arms behind her back and used another 20 feet of rope to tie her arms tightly behind her back. When I was done, mom struggled and strained but could not get her wrists free. Roped wrists - check. Next, I put my hand over my mom's mouth. She tried to talk to me while I kept her mouth covered. I pulled a bandana out of my back pocket and pulled it tightly between her teeth. Mom tried to talk with the bandana in her mouth but her speech was muffled. Gagged mouth - check. Mom was wearing what she usually wears for our tie up sessions. Running shoes, tight blue jean short shorts and a halter top. Her husband refuses to tie mom up. He thinks it is too "kinky". Mom knows that I enjoy tying up women. She's known that ever since she caught me tying up and gagging my girl friend who is now my wife. So, on weekends, my mom comes to my house to be tied and gagged by me. My wife knows about this and she understands. This story may not suit everyone, but it's our story whether you accept it or not. |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Come on. Let's not start all of this nonsense, again. Let's get back to the stories, guys and gals. |
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| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Great story, Mikey! Please tell the next one. |
| Name: | Mikey |
| Comments: | I grew up in the seventies and eighties in the North of England, with my mum and my twin sister Katie. Our dad had run off with another woman when we were babies, and Mum had to bring us up on our own. We didn’t miss out on anything, and she worked hard as an admin at the local university to earn enough to bring the two of us up. She also loved to play games with both of us. I really got the feeling she would do anything for us when we were kids. Even when I started to realise I liked looking at films and pictures of girls tied up, she didn’t bat an eyelid – even when I asked her if I could do it to her.
We were watching an episode of The Professionals, where a bunch of assassins take a family hostage and tie them up so that they can try and kill someone with this massive gun. Katie was out at a guide meeting, so there was just me and mum in the house. Mum was wearing a short sleeved white blouse and skirt, with a pair of slippers on her feet, and I was curled up on the couch. At some point the program showed the man gagging the mother with tape, and I must have sat up to look more closely, because I heard mum say “Something catch your eye?” I looked over at her, and must have blushed, because she smiled at me in return. “You like it when someone is held hostage, don’t you?” she said, and I just nodded. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” she said as she stood up and walked over to sit next to me, “Lots of boys feel that way. It’s all part of growing up.” I looked over at her and said “What do you think when you see that?” “Well,” she said as she ran her fingers through her curled hair, “It reminds me of some of the games I used to play with your uncles – cowboys and Indians, things like that. I guess it was fun to be the damsel sometimes.” Now, my mum was a great looking woman. Not thin, but nicely rounded if you like, and an idea suddenly flashed in my mind. “Mum,” I whispered, “Would you let me play a game like that with you?” “What sort of game?” “Can I hold you hostage – just for a little while?” She looked at me before saying “If I do this, we need to lay some ground rules. What did you have in mind?” “Could you be like the woman in the program?” “So you want to stop me talking as well?” She saw me nod, and went on “All right, but it’s only for a few minutes, and if I grunt three times you have to stop. We’ve got,” she said glancing at the clock on the mantelpiece, “an hour before Katie gets back.” She stood up and went to the toilet, coming back with a roll of brown sticking plaster. “Go on then,” she said as she held her hands out in front of her, “Do your worst.” I was actually shaking as I used the plaster to tape her wrists together in front of her, looking at her eyes as I pulled the sticky plaster round. “It’s all right, keep going,” she said as I helped her to sit on the chair and knelt in front of her. She had bare legs, but I felt a small shiver in myself as I taped her ankles side by side. After all, I was holding my mum hostage – this just seemed weird, especially as she was allowing it. I tore one more strip off and held it in front of her. “Your hands are shaking,” she laughed, and then she put her lips together and let me cover them with the plaster. It moulded itself to the shape of her mouth, as she sat back and started to try and wriggle loose. Honestly, she could have got loose in a second if she wanted, but she made a real game of it, mewling through her gag as I sat on the couch and watched, oblivious to what was on the television. Eventually, however, I saw her glance at the clock and heard her grunt three times so I peeled her gag away and used a pair of scissors to cut her free. “Did you enjoy that?” she said with a wink, and I just nodded as I took the rubbish to the bin, just as Katie came back in. We didn’t tell her about our game – not at first, anyway... |
| Name: | Sue |
| Comments: | Would love to hear of your other tie up adventures. You could also start by sharing some details of when, how, and how often your brothers tied you up! |
| Name: | Mike |
| Comments: | Sophia, sorry to see you go. I would love to hear more stories and to see how things turned out.
Please come back. |
| Name: | Bob |
| E-mail address: | bobbie02@google.com |
| Name: | Bob |
| E-mail address: | bobbie02@google.com |
| Name: | jack |
| Comments: | id love to hear about more of your adventures Sue ! |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | I am really looking forward to more of Sue's stories. I love reading the old stories on Wayback Machine. Thanks to Warmachine and all of you guys, we have had a lot of good years reading these stories. Thank you everyone for your dedication and effort! |
| Name: | Adam |
| E-mail address: | abarone7@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | Can we please just stop fighting. Yes people are mad at ((())) and ((())) is mad at people, but can we get back to what this dreambook is actually about, STORIES, not constant fighting. While I have never posted a story here, I have enjoyed reading them. Can we all just act like grown ups here and agree to leave everyone alone. If you disagree with someones story just dont read it |
| Name: | ((())) |
| Comments: | C. Jackmond
That has got to be one of the most assinine posts anyone has ever made here. Saying that you have posts on other forums and that gives you standing here is betond ridiculous. You are just another one of these 'anybody can post anything, but only as long as they agree with me' types. The people that think that they are really important because of a past biological accident and have never done anything of any consequence. Come on, post some stories,establish yourself, then maybe people will give ahoot about what you say. What you claim to have posted on other unnamed forums is totally and completely irrelevant !!!!!!!! |
| Name: | C. Jackmond |
| Comments: | KP, none of my comments have been directed to you
sorry for more off topic. |
| Name: | C. Jackmond |
| Comments: | Sophia, I am sorry that you decided not to post the rest of your story. I hope that you will reconsider. I can only speak for myself, but it seems that many fans of the site liked your posts, I know that I did.
Any time anyone posts online there is the risk of getting negative reactions, but I hope that you will post again some day, if not here, then in another venue. As an open question, is there a way on the forum to send a private message, so that an email address, for example, can be sent without broadcasting it to all? |
| Name: | C. Jackmond |
| Comments: | Sorry, ((())), your rants....well, they speak for themselves. Your comments on Sophia's story were not called for, and it was an imposition of your tastes on all of the rest of us.
I have not posted on this forum, because I do not have a "mother tied up" story from my knowledge to post. I have enough integrity to not make one up. But as to why I posted; I can tell a silk purse from a sows ear, even if I have not contributed a story, and I felt some of the comments that were made were out of order. I have contributed several posts on other forums where I do have knowledge, and comments on my posts are taken at their value, not based on how many posts the respondent has, ((())). |
| Name: | Adam |
| E-mail address: | abarone7@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | Sophia, I was just wondering, I would really love to hear how your story ends, if you read this and have the time, would you possibly mind e-mailing me the rest of your story? |
| Name: | ((())) |
| Comments: | KP
Considering that you have been attacked by the non-productive element here, I feel that your responses have been more than understanding and, unlike I have, have done nothing to rile up those who just cannot stand it when somebody dares to say something that they don't like. We are not talking about full, tenured, chairman of the department, physics professors, at major research universities, arguing about theories in the papers that they have published on quantum string theory, but a few kndergardeners getting all upset because one professor said that the other professor was mistaken. I have been here since this dreambook started and anybody with a microgram of intelligence can go through the archives, read the stories, observe that many stories, though by different authors, share a common theme of multiple adult women tied up by kids and a common writing style, and not help but wonder if it is not the same author. But then, I said microgram of intelligence and that would rule out those who are all upset because somebody dared to say that he didn't like a certain story. Really like it when somebody who has never published anything, story wise, calls me a troll :-) . |
| Name: | ((())) |
| Comments: | Great story Sue !!!!!
Everything that this Dreambook, IMO, is meant to be !!!!!! |
| Name: | ((())) |
| Comments: | C. Jackmond
And how many stories have you posted here since say 2003 ??? Unless its more than at least a dozen, just go away little boy, you bother me. Really sick and tired of the people who seem to think that if they like a certain type of story NOBODY has any right to say they don't like that type of story. But hey, that's the way these places work, the less you contribute the more important you think you are !!!!!!! |
| Name: | SILENCER |
| E-mail address: | ADULTSUBJECTS@AOL.COM |
| Your URL: | http://NONE |
| Comments: | Can we all be honest enough with ourselves to just admit that we all find stories of bound and gagged mothers sexually arousing? To claim that this dreambook is for "innocent" stories about tying your mother up and putting a gag in her mouth is a joke! We are not bad people just because we are turned on by this sort of thing. What is bad is trying to lie and say that we are not. Of course we cannot go to the gang down at the local coffee shop and proclaim our passions to the world. That is why we come here; so we can share our stories with other people; people who will understand and enjoy our stories. Please do not let petty arguments discourage writers from posting their stories here. If someone finds a particular story offensive just skip on down to the next story. Live and let live. If we all follow that simple rule then this dreambook can keep growing, thriving and being a source of pleasure. Thank you for taking the time to read this. |
| Name: | KP |
| E-mail address: | mistertallandmistersmall@yahoo.co.uk |
| Your URL: | http://www.kppresents.com |
| Comments: | Not sure if the previous poster was talking to me, but if he was, then (a) everyone has a right to express an opinion, even if the way it is expressed is not to everyone's tastes, and (b) I liked Sofia's tale, and I'm sorry to see it will not end.
If I have not spoken up before, it was because I did not want to flame the flames any further. I also prefer if someone has a comment that they put a name to it, so that if necessary it can be continued elsewhere. Wwwarmachine - apologies for going slightly off-topic. |
| Name: | C. Jackmond |
| E-mail address: | cjackmond@gmail.com |
| Comments: | I have been reading your materials on various pages for years now. This topic is one that has interested me. I have a little unease when a troll like ((())) comes along and says "it's my way, or I'll verbally puke on you all", but I am surprised that you issued neither support for Sofia, nor (mild) admonishment on ((()))'s rant. |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Sue, that was a great story. Please tell us of the other times that they tied you guys up!! |
